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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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do you think that when johnny is injured reader could. tie him up. if so inclined?? he's always dominant except with Simon but now he can't move as well, so you want to have your way with him and tease him and make him cry and beg. cause what's he gonna do about it?? maybe once he's already at the crying stage after having been edged for a while, Simon comes home and either helps tease him or tells you to finish what you started and let him off the hook?? I think there's some potential steam here😁😫

yes anon. i do think that. i also am obsessed with your brain <3

feeling mean towards johnny today. sorry king! listened to "get me hype" by lebra jolie and "we not humping remix" by monaleo and flo mili while writing this for the mean sexy woman vibes so it's like suuuuper horny

it's 2.3k of just porn below the cut babe. cw: you attempt to noncon johnny but he's into it, edging, rough sex at the end.

you're heavy handed with the medicine the night you plan to get your revenge. just a little extra mixed into a glass of water for him, enough for him to sleep heavily.

you know you can't tie him up like he'd tied you, not with his ribs broken. you also know you shouldn't care, know that logically you should be finding a heavy object and making his ribs the least of his problems but... no. you can't do that. you just can't, ok?

so you do what you can do. you tie his wrists to the headboard, spread his arms wide so he's as vulnerable as he can be. you tie his ankles too, but you tie them together so he's not fully spread eagle.

he's a heavy motherfucker, and it takes you longer than you thought it would've to get him tied properly. you also spend more time than you would've thought on the knots, tying and retying them until your fingers are red because they're too loose every time.

johnny wakes up when you're getting his second ankle tied to the baseboard. he's a little grumbly, makes these little moaning sounds as he shifts in the bed. he shakes off the drugs far faster than you think is reasonable, head lifting and blinking a few times.

"bonnie?"

you glare up at him, a little peeved he's already fucking up your plan. "what?" you snap back.

he makes an offended little noise in his throat, eyebrows furrowing as he looks from his ankle to you and back again. "wh'tr... wh't're you doin'....?"

the fact that he's slurring your words gives you a little more hope. you ignore him, and it takes three more tries before you can get the knot right.

he's more awake once you do, wrists twisting and legs shifting.

you move to stand over him, cross your arms over your chest and scowl. you've got the stupid fucking chain on still, simon hadn't taken it off before he left (just in case. be good and i'll think about letting you loose next time) and it bumps against your naked arms.

neither of you speaks as you stare down at him. kind of a shocker, considering how much johnny likes to run his mouth.

you move onto the bed after a minute of examining your handywork, climb over his thighs to straddle his knees.

"oh?" johnny's smirking, relaxing a little into the position you've got him locked in. "you just wanna play a little, lass? shoulda just asked, would let you do whatever you want to me."

your scowl grows deeper. you lean over, elbows planted on either side of his hips, snarling "shut up, johnny" and taking the head of his cock in your mouth.

he wasn't entirely hard, still mostly soft actually, but as you sink slowly down on him hips jerk and he shouts, dick fattening quickly on your tongue.

you pull of when he nearly chokes you, glare up at him. "you want your dick sucked or not?"

"ok, ok," he pants, eyes wide and a little glassy as he puts visible effort into settling his hips so they're still on the mattress. "sorry, bonnie, i'll let you work, yeah? be nice and still for you, promise-"

"for the love of god," you roll your eyes, quickly sinking back down onto him just so he'll stop talking for even a second.

he moans loudly as you make your way down his shaft, tongue tracing a vein on it's underside. when your hand lifts to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth yet, his hips start to thrust again.

you start to pull off, but he whines and says "no, no, stay down, bonnie 'm sorry, won't move, promise" so you keep playing with him.

one hand jacks his cock and the other lifts to toy with his balls, slipping down past his taint and nudging just the tip of one finger into his hole.

he's a mess, head thrown back and eyes closed as his hands twist and his torso shifts back and forth. you can feel his thighs flexing beneath you.

you finally get your lips wrapped around his base, gagging at how far back he reaches, but you force yourself to swallow, trying to overwhelm him as much as possible.

it works, he can't help the little thrusts of his hips, quick apologies darting from his mouth between moans and sighs.

just as he gets to the edge, right when his thighs start to tense and he goes a little still, you pull away completely.

his cock jerks up against his stomach and for a second you think you waited too long, but then his teary eyes blink open and he looks up at you so confused.

you smirk.

"what?" you hum, trialing one nail up the underside of his cock. it twitches again, and you dig your nail into the sensitive head. "oh, did you want to come?"

he growls a little, voice dipping lower as he speaks. "bonnie... what're you playin' at?"

you try and blink as innocently as you can up at him, kneel and crawl up his body until you can rest your nails on his chest, pussy hovering a few inches above his cock. "nothing," you say, stroking his chest hair a bit. "'m just playing with you, johnny." you can't quite keep the snarl out of your voice, can't help the little crinkle in your nose.

his eyes light up a little bit, and as he goes to open his mouth you stuff a few fingers inside. he's not too upset about the intrusion, closing his lips over your knuckles immediately. when you say "go ahead, get 'em wet for me" he starts licking at them without hesitation. gets his tongue between them and works so much spit up in his mouth that it dribbles out at the corners.

you pull away a second later, say "that's enough of that" and give him a little pat on the cheek.

"what's next, lass?" he asks, eyes eager and shoulders relaxed despite the way you can see his stomach clenching.

you tilt your head. "it's a show, johnny. i won't spoil it."

you bring your sopping fingers down to your pussy, lean back on your heels so it's thrusted out to his face and spread your lips. you're wetter than you'd like, don't want him knowing how slick sucking his cock made you.

you trace your clit to try and distract him, quickly moving on to slipping a finger inside of yourself.

you mewl, biting your lip at the pleasure of it as you move nice and slowly. while you always seem to get off with simon and johnny, prior to your captivity you had usually preferred slower sex. you indulge in it now, just barely stroking over your clit and thrusting nice and slowly.

when you slip a second finger in, johnny speaks again. "you're so fuckin' pretty, bonnie. pretty little kitty, huh? so sweet to your pussy. you gonna let me fuck her?"

you try and hold back the moan at his words, fail. "i don't know, johnny," you reply. "not sure you can do any better than i can."

he groans in response, hips starting to work beneath you again. "nah, c'mon lass, you know that's not true. i'll feel so good inside, huh? be so nice and sweet to the two of you, make you feel so good, c'mon-"

you force yourself to slow even further, to regain control of the situation before you lose it complteltey.

you're quiet as you slide a little down his body, picking his cock up with the casualness you'd use for one of your dildos. he moans loudly as you line him up with your hole, kneeling there for a second to make him suffer.

you hover there long enough for him to blink at you, eyebrows furrowed. "what-?"

you cut him off by dropping, taking him to the hilt in one go. you both throw you heads back, letting out long moans in sync.

you sit there longer than he would've let you, had he been control. it's nice to let yourself adjust fully for once, feels good to just sit there and have him inside you.

not so good you won't continue with the rest of your plan, though.

he tries thrusting into you a few times, but you literally sit your weight onto him, don't give enough room to pull out. he barely lasts a minute before he starts begging.

"lass, what're- c'mon, what's goin' on? huh? let me fuck you. will be so good, promise, can hit all the right spots for you. feel big inside you, don't i? lean forward, hen, let me do the work. i'll get you off, get you off more than once if you need it."

you try and ignore him, rolling your head on your neck and breathing deeply. but his words get to you, and you place your hands on either side of his body to give yourself the leverage to start lifting up and dropping back down. just an inch or two at first, working yourself up to more.

he's moaning and whining beneath you, eyes clenched tight as he tries to thrust into you at any little chance you give him.

you carry on that way for while, going at the nice, slow pace you prefer.

but eventually you start to get a little tired. drop from your hands to your elbows, head falling a little bit and not able to left your hips up as much.

"gettin' tired, pretty girl?" johnny coos from above you, breath heavy despite his tone. "yeah, i know. 's why me and simon gotta take control, huh? y' just can't fuck yerself right. it's okay, it's okay," he soothes when you whine at his words. "lean forward, hen, i'll take care of you. fuck you good and deep, like you need."

you whine a little more loudly, force yourself back up and shake your head vehemently. "no, no... don't need..." you huff, blowing hair out of your face. "don't need you to fuck me right. i can do it myself."

johnny tilts his head. "can you?"

you growl a little, lift up and slam down to prove your point. sends the both of you moaning again, has you falling forward a bit and clenching your eyes shut.

you make it a while longer. but eventually you slow down again, panting heavily and whining a little on each exhale.

"c'mon, baby," johnny moans, and you can hear his hands yank where they're tied above him. "why are you bein' such a brat? let me fuck you, you know it'll be good."

"no," you whine again, opening your eyes just enough to glare. "you don't get to."

his eyes narrow at that, body falling still beneath yours.

"get to?" he repeats, and something in his tone makes you think that you might've pushed him too far this time.

you blink and his hands are moving toward you, the rope falling away from the headboard. you blink again and he's got you by the hips flipping the two of you over.

his legs are still tied so he kneels back on his ankles, pulls you down onto his lap and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

"i get to do whatever the fuck i want with you, bonnie. y'know why?"

you don't answer, and one of his hands lifts to slap at one of your tits.

"c'mon, pretty girl. tell me why. tell me why i can do whatever i want with you."

you whine, shaking your head and jerking when he slaps your chest again. he snarls in your ear at your refusal, pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in.

his pace is familiar, but no less devastating than it always is. one of his hands stays locked on your hip, the other lifting to grab you by the chain hanging from your collar and holding you still while he has his way with you.

"say it," he snarls in your ear, teeth latching onto your earlobe and squeezing just enough for you to yelp. he gives a little tug, on both your ear and your collar, and it makes your eyes cross.

the hand on your hip slides down your stomach, his thrusts becoming sloppier as your body starts moving with his again. he plucks at your clit, stroking in just the way you like.

"y'know the answer, lass, say it and you can come," he growls low in your ear, voice rumbling through your back.

"no!" you shout, head thrashing against his shoulder as your thighs twitch and your cunt aches.

there's a sharp slap to your clit, johnny pausing buried completely inside of you and ignoring your shout. he pinches your clit before the sting has dissipated, twisting until you start fighting him.

your back arches away from him as you wail, hands moving to shove and scratch at his arm.

"say it!" he shouts in your ear, voice raised to be heard over your caterwauling.

"pet! be-because i'm your pet!" you finally scream, face twisted in pain as his fingers just pinch tighter and tigher.

he lets go as soon as you get the words out, fingers stroking slowly and softly over your poor abused clit.

"there you go, lassie," he murmurs in your ear, pulling out slowly and pushing back in at the same pace. "good girl, was that so hard? huh? it feels so nice to be good, yeah?"

he whispers praises in your ear as he brings you to an orgasm, one that has you crying out and shaking at how overwhelming everything feels.

when he pulls his hands away from your clit and collar you fall forward, unable to hold your torso up without his support.

you hear him chuckle and then, a second later, another lower chuckle.

your eyes blink open on instinct, and you see simon's silhouette in the doorway. he takes a few steps closer and strokes a hand down your back.

"thanks for the show, johnny," he rumbles.

"hmm," you hear johnny hum from behind you. "you want a turn too, l.t.?"

"when you're done. i think you deserve some more time with her, puppy."

#i am a multifaceted person (johnny gets topped by a woman instead of a man this time)#soap x reader #bo writes #dlmliyh

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copias-juicebox · 9 months

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It's a Sin Chapter 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Part 4

So this is my small story. I have no idea what i want to do with it but some of you kindly showed some interest in reading this. Special thanks to @thatoddgirl1035 and @unrealistici. So please leave me some comments how you liked it or what i could improve. Feel free to contact me to talk about the plot as well since i have no idea where i wanna go exactly. INSPIRE ME PLEASE. lol

So the Main Idea behind this fic is that reader is the child of the local priest of a christian church. And reader has been raised the old catholic cristian way of course with all it's flaws.

This part is sort of just to set the scene and stage. Reader is still a child here and meets a young copia who at this point is still a Bishop. He is of course quite a bit older here than her so expect an age gap for later chapters as well. Reader will be in their mid 20ies in the fic and copia will be in his 50ies.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 3000 something Genre: romance, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings:runaway girl on the loose, explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla)

It was a summer night. What started as a beautiful summer day ended up in a cold and wet storm. The heavy rain and thunder that haunted the small town you called your home was rumbling loud and you just ran. You ran as fast and far as you could. Your town was surrounded by mountains and woods. It was a rather small town, one where you rarely ever saw strange faces around the place. You kept running, barefoot in your nightdress. There was no destination you were going and you just let your feet carry you to wherever they liked.

You felt lost. Utterly lost. At this point you could no longer tell if your face was wet because of the rain or your own salty tears. Everything was a blurry mess. You lost every orientation you had. You felt numb, and deaf running, just running until you could no longer. Not even feeling your feet that must have been aching by now. You just did not feel a thing anymore.

It could have been minutes or hours since you‘ve ran from your parents house. You lost every sense of time by now. Only when your lungs burned did you stop. You stood in the middle of the woods by now. Every feeling of guilt, shame and sadness came like a tidal wave, crashing down on you at once. The feelings you tried to suppress for so long now were overwhelming you and all you wanted was to be swallowed by the wet ground you now broke down on. Your silent sobs became louder but there was no one to hear you. Not with the heavy thunderstorm washing down every vibration from the air surrounding you. You curled up on the ground, hugging yourself as you cried out.

From between the branches of the thick treeline a dark figure stared in your direction and found your crumpled form laying on the ground.

„Hello there little one. Are you okay? Are you hurt?“ a soft, deep voice startled you out of your daze. „Oh I am sorry darling, I did not mean to scare you.“ the voice chuckled. You turned around and came to see a man with a strange face kneeling beside you. Your eyes widened and you rubbed your eyes since his face was all blurry.

He had dark circles around his eyes, hair on the sides of his face and a mustache above his lips. It should have scared you but he had a calming aura that put you at ease and you just stared at him with your bloodshot eyes. The stranger smiled softly at you encouraging you to speak. „I.. I am okay.“ you hiccuped, voice small. „Then why are you lying outside in the cold, little one? I don‘t know if you have noticed but it is raining and thundering here and you will catch a cold if you stay here like that, eh?“ the man had said. You stared at the man with big eyes, not knowing what to do so you just stayed still. „Come on now get up. You cannot stay here like that.“ With these words the man extended his hands to you to help you lift you off the ground.

He saw your hesitation and smiled down softly. „I won‘t bite, little one. I swear on the dark one.“ This strange man must be one of the evil people your mother had warned you about. He spoke of the dark one. One of the reasons why you were never allowed near the woods. Because the evil people resided there. In your head many thoughts whirled around. All the bad stories you had heard about these people, doing bad deeds, sinning, sacrificing animals and even humans. It all scared you but yet the man in front of you seemed harmless, offering help even. In fact he was treating you with a kindness you longed for all your life. Against your better judgement you took his hand and let him pull you out of the puddle you sat in. Only then did you realize how bad your feet hurt and how cold it actually was.

„Oh my you are freezing little one. Come on and let me bring you to our ministry. You can have a hot cocoa there. Only if you‘d like that of course yeah? I always find myself feeling much better after a good cup of hot cocoa.“ he said taking off his cloak that he put around your shoulders, wrapping you up in it to keep you from shivering all the time.

He lead you through a smaller passage between the trees and you walked next to the man holding his hand when his voice rang one more time in your ears. „Now would you tell me your name little one?“ It only fueled your internal battle more since you knew you had to be careful. Your parents would probably lock you away in your room for months, making you pray to god for forgiveness. For forgiving you any contact to the evil people from the woods. You were still very young but you were not stupid. „No I cannot tell you my name. You are a stranger and my mama always told me not to trust strangers.“ you tried to sound confident.

The man next to you looked down at you and chuckled. „Ah I see. Well that is not even wrong but tell me why are you accompanying that stranger to a strange place, eh?“ At that you looked down to the ground and stopped walking. The man turned to you and knelt down again. He looked at you with sincerity in his eyes. „You see little one I know you have no reason to trust me and there is nothing I could possibly say that would make you believe me. You are right to be suspicious of strangers for many of them have bad intentions. But we. The place we are going and the people there are not of this kind. I will promise you to bring you back to whereever you want to go or leave you alone should you wish for me to leave you alone. I could even call your parents or the police if you want me to but something is telling me it is probably because of them that you ended up here in the first place?“

You stared down at your feet and kicked a stone to the side of the path. He nailed it. Only a few minutes of talking to this man and he already knew the reason of your flight into the woods: Your parents.

„I see there is truth to what I assumed. Now I am going to ask you again do you want to come inside and warm yourself? I won‘t be mad if you don‘t. But I also want you to know that I will be listening to you if you want to talk.“ he smiled down softly at you easing your nerves a little. Whatever your parents had taught you the man in front of you seemed to be calming you in a way you have never experienced before. It was all very strange especially when he only said so little. „Whatever you decide you should probably hurry. It is not getting any warmer is it?“ he said looking up into the dark clouds. By now he was drenched. Just as you. You decided to trust your gut and took his hand in yours.

The two of you walked a few more meters before you saw it. A huge dark place. Circled by a fence. That must be that „ministry“ he talked about earlier. The house was looming over you. It had an intimidating effect on you, with the dark clouds and occasional lightning striking down. It was massive. The building and the grounds were covering a large area right in the middle of the woods.

He lead you inside where you were met with an odd looking figure. He wore a mask and opened the door for you. When the masked man saw you he looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. „Off you go Swiss. Do not scare our little guest now will ya. Oh and start the fire in my office will you?“ the man holding your hand shooed off the masked one. „I apologize for them. They tend to be a little rude sometimes. They are just not good with human interactions. Now let us go to my office. You need to dry and get your cocoa." He said leading you down the hallway, to where the masked one hurried off to.

He turned a few corridors and opened a big door to a big office space. Stepping inside you saw the man from earlier rise to his feet from the fireplace and staring at you once more. You just stared back at him. He was so odd behaving. „Thank you Swiss now please can you ask Sister Helena to bring us two cups of hot cocoa?“ The masked man nodded and left.

„Okiedokie little one you need to warm up now. Here take the blanket and hand me back the robe. You might want to sit closer to the fire, yes?“ he said with his thick italian accent.

When you had yourself wrapped around the blanket and sat in front of the fire for a few seconds you could already feel your cold frozen limbs warming up. You did no longer feel stiff and rigid from the cold. The man draped his drenched coat over a chair and pulled it to the fireplace. Then he opened up his gloves and took them off laying them next to the coat. You noticed the crucifix on them making you realize that indeed these were the bad people you should not talk to. But so far they have treated you with so much kindness you were confused. „Now do you feel better, bella?“ He sat down next to you. You nodded still unsure what to say. „Do not worry, no one here will harm you. You have my word. And after the cocoa you might feel a bit more comfortable talking eh?“ He smiled goofily.

You wondered if you could just ask him the many questions you had in mind. But you feared to speak freely. Your parents never seemed to like when you spoke freely, openly, whenever you had questions. And you had many questions. You were an overly curious child.

His warm smile made you feel secure enough to try though. „What is your name sir?“ A look of surprise flashed over his face. „Oh where were my manners all this time. I did not even tell you who I was. My name is Copia. Bishop Copia. Pleased to meet you, nameless one.“ He bowed down a little making you giggle at his overly silly actions.

It warmed the Bishops heart to see the young girl giggling and smiling genuinely for the first time. She was a cute child not older than 7 or 8 and it made his heart ache knowing that someone must have hurt her deeply for her to run into the forrest under the conditions he found her in. She was in fact lucky that it was him who found her but she did not need to know that. She was safe now and he would make sure she would safely return home as soon as he made sure she felt better.

„Nice to meet you too Copia.“ you answered not bothering with stuff like titles and all. The past few minutes you spent with this strange Copia person you felt increasingly comfortable around him. It made you more confident so you decided to just try to get answers to the thundering questions that formed in your head each time you looked at him.

Playing with your fingers you asked „Can I ask you a question Copia?“ you prompted with a look of uncertainty in a barely hearable manner, slightly scared he would punish you like your parents always do when you ask them.

To your surprise he seemed to encourage you to ask him. „Certo piccolo. Whatever it is you would like to ask please feel free to do so yes? I will answer you honestly.“ „Oh“ you answered a bit surprised „uhm.. are you sure is it not too much?“ you stammered, taken aback by the earnestness in his tone. „Of course little one. It is good to ask questions. You should always question things yes? Proves that you have a brain and are trying to understand the world around you. It only shows you are an intelligent young girl.“ the bishop said in his accent.

„Uh and what if it involves people?“ you asked shyly. „Oh especially if it involves people. You should question their motives and backgrounds. It is a way of self preservation no? To make sure you are not fooled around.“ Just as the Bishop was about to speak once more a knock on the door interrupted you. He got up and opened the door. You heard hushed voices and then the door clicking shut again.

When the Bishop came back to you he placed a cup of heavenly smelling hot cocoa in front of you. „There you go cara.“ He patted the space next to the cup.

He sat back down next to you in front of the hot cracking fire. The hot cup warmed your hands even more and you took a small sip from the cup. The hot liquid ran down your throat and warmed you from the inside. It made you feel utterly exhausted and you felt yourself getting drowsy with each passing second when suddenly Bishops voice rang through the silence of the room once again. „So what did you want to ask about young one?“ You sat up right again hesitating once more to ask your questions.

„Well I was curious. This is a religious place isn‘t it?“ The Bishop raised one eyebrow looking at you. „Yes it is indeed.“ he answered nodding. „But you do not worship god. You worship the devil.“ Once again he nodded but stayed perfectly calm. You expected him to get mad at you to maybe even hurt you or kick you out of this place. Instead he surprised you even more. „I know you probably heard many bad things about this place and us. People usually do not like the devil or those who swore to him. But I can assure you that none of that is true. We are not evil. We do not do evil things in the name of Satan.“ he said nonchalantly, taking another sip of his cocoa as if it was nothing special for him to speak about these things.

„But if you swore to him isn‘t it true that you do the devils work? And the devil is bad everybody knows that. He hurts people and causes suffering and pain.“

Copia chuckled hearing that. „Now now is that what you have experienced? Did anyone in the name of Satan ever hurt you? Caused you suffering and pain? Or did somebody merely tell you these things so that you stay on the ‚right‘ path? Their path?“ He used his fingers exaggerating the word „right“.

That stunned you silent. Indeed no one from the Satanic Church had ever done you any harm. Quite the opposite actually so far they seemed to be ok. But you had merely had one encounter with members of this church now so who were you to judge.

The Bishop cocked his head to the side and looked at you. He was quite fascinated with you. „You are an intelligent little girl I see that. You are asking the right questions now do not let anyone tell you any different. Most people who will tell you that we are doing evil are people who try to control you. Who try to make you their pawn so that you will obey them.“ Copia said with his finger raised. „But my parents always told me to stay away from you people.“ you countered. Copia took a sip from his own cup now. „Ah I see your parents raised you in a christian way and they are very strong believers, yes? Tell me little one do you believe in God?“

You stared at him and answered instantly. „Yes I believe in God and Jesus Christ our lord and saviour.“ The sentence shot out of your mouth before you could even think about it. Years and years of your short life had your parents spent to burn these words into your brain. They were a part of you ever since you could remember. When it came to religion your parents were strict. There was no other way for you than become the good catholic girl that everybody expected you to be.

Copia raised one eybrow at your far to soon answer. „Is that truly your answer or your parents answer from your mouth?“ You gazed at him wide eyed. No one had ever dared to question your devotion to God. „Of course I do. My father is the local priest. How could I not believe in God?“

At that Copia choked his cocoa and set his cup down coughing violently. „Excuse me bella. Did you just say your father is the local priest?“ At that your eyes widened in fear. Only then you realized you just told the devil worshipping man that you were the child of the man that has sworn to fight his church, who has sworn to do anything to wipe them away from this town. Fear consumed you and you froze, your face twisting in horror. „Oh no no no little one do not get scared i will not harm you or your father if that is what you are thinking. It is just you see it makes much more sense now. Your beliefs and your actions and all.“ He said in a calming manner. „You see I have never seen such a young one with such strong beliefs as yourself.“ his face was only a few centimeters from yours now and he winked at you.

A sigh escaped his mouth and he finished the rest of his cup and encouraged you to keep drinking yours. When you did he kept his eyes on you contemplating. You were too young to see but he was watching your every move. He could not help himself but pity you in a way. You must have suffered so much already under the christian church in your short life. The daughter of the local priest. Copia knew you were going to suffer far more under the heavy weight of your parents' church. He wanted to help you but there was not much he could do that would not cause even more damage. Satan, he hoped that once you returned home you would not be punished for talking to him especially. It was getting quite late now and he knew the sooner you were back home the better it would be for you.

„So do you want to return to your family now? I can send a Ghoul to escort you back.“ You stared back at him in horror. „C.. Can you come with me?“ you stammered out. „Well yes of course. Now let us go before it is too late.“

Copia and the Ghoul dropped you off around the corner of the street you lived in. The rest of the way you would have to walk alone you both decided so she would not get into extra trouble at the door. Copia watched from a safe distance as the door opened and your father grabbed your arm rather harshly and pulled you inside and the last thing he saw was your father banging the door shut.

#god i am so shy posting this #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus #myedit #tobias forge #ghesties #papa emeritus iv #copia #ghost sweden #ghost fic #mywriting #papa emeritus fic #copia x reader #my fic #it’s a sin

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davemybeloved · 6 months

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Stuff guy (Dave Mustaine X Reader)

Summary: Dave gets jealous of one of the staff’s guy

Like… (in the vault era) imagine him getting jealous because a staff member starts to flirt with you but he can’t do anything because he have to play. When he gets off stage he’s furious!!! And he gets mean during sex cause he wants to show that your his and no one can touch you (I’m going crazy please someone help me)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk(just some)

Word counts: 1909

NSFW under the cut!!

As usual, you and Dave were arguing for a stupid reason. You were helping the guys prepare the stage for the concert theyre going to attend in a few hours when one of the staff members began clinging to you and touching you every time he spoke to you. Dave ignored it initially, even though it was difficult for him. Throughout the show, the staff guy stayed next to you, but when Dave, who had just come off-stage, saw him wrap his arms around you and hug you, he was blinded by rage.

He threw his guitar to the ground, not even caring if he broke it or not, and rushed towards the two of you. Even before he started playing, he wasn't happy about having to leave you alone with him, and playing made him even angrier, but when he saw him touching you, he just lost it. He pushed the staff guy away, pulling you behind him. “Get your fucking hands off of her, you dick. Touch her again, and I'll get you fucking fired.” He threatened him while resisting the urge to hit him in the face. The boy's eyes widened when he realized. “Shit, I-I'm sorry… I didn't know you two w-were together.”

If looks could kill, Dave's definitely would. “Get the fuck out of here.”

Dave began heading towards his dressing room as soon as the boy ran away, aware that you’d follow him. Which you then did. "What's the matter with you?! there was no need to threaten him!" You said as you shut the door behind you. Dave turned to face you, furiously pointing at you. "He got his hands all over you!" Didn't you notice?!" You rolled your eyes, surprised at how jealous he had gotten over a simple hug. "He simply hugged me. I didn't even returned the hug! You're being ridiculous!" "Am I being ridiculous?" he questioned, harshly grabbing your cheeks with his right hand. "No one can fucking touch you, you're mine."

You'd never seen him that angry before, and for some inexplicable reason, you found it so fucking attractive. There were a few seconds of stillness when you stared into each other's eyes, his breathing heavy as yours quickened until you crushed your lips desperately over his. Without any hesitation, Dave tore off the black tank top you were wearing. He began kissing your neck and jaw in a messy, wet way. He immediately reached your breasts and began to squeeze and tease the nipples, causing you to let out a sigh of pleasure. "From now on, everyone will know you're mine, hon. I'll make sure of it." He said, removing your skirt and leaving sloppy hickies on your neck and chest.

You slipped his shirt off as you grew more and more needy of him. You began stroking his length through his pants, showing him how eager you were. "You're so needy, aren't you?" I'm loosing patience with you, sweetie. Be the good girl you are and wait a little bit longer.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Dave, I really need you. Please…” You begged, you reached out to grab his belt and yank him in. Dave chuckled as he saw just how desperate you were for him, "I know you do, sweetheart." He said while lifting you up and placing you in the corner of the table, pushing your panties aside as he began to rob your clit.

The feelings of his fingers on your clit made you feral, it was impossible for you to stay quiet. Even though you tried to be quiet, you began to moan loudly, and Dave seemed to enjoy it. "Yeah, just like that, baby. Let everyone know how good you feel when I touch you." You were blinded by lust when you decided to desperately try to remove Dave's belt, unbottoning his pants. You're gesture made him laugh "You're so desparete, I'll give you what you need baby."

Before you could even realize it, he was already in you. You let out a surprised moan, "Dave!" "shhh. I know, baby, I know." He said, waiting a couple of minutes to let you adjust to his size before starting to move. You immediately covered your mouth as he sped up, trying to muffle your moans. Which didn't make him particularly happy. "Take your pretty hand off your mouth, I wanna hear you sweetheart." But you were too drunk with lust to hear him. He took your hands by the wrists and pushed them down on your lap, his free hand resting on your hips to keep you still.

"Oh shit... shit- fuck Dave- is too m-uch.." you tried to say moaning as he kept bouncing into you. You closed your eyes, letting your head falls back with your mouth open and tears in your eyes for the intense pleasure.

"Ah, ah, ah. Honey, look me in the eyes." He demanded, taking your cheeks in his right hand and squeezing them hard, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Fuck you're clenching around. You like when i'm rough with you, baby?" He chuckled before moaning, his face pressed against your shoulders. "F-Fuck, you feel so good, honey."

Hearing him moaning turned you on even more, and both you and Dave felt your walls tightening, which made him moan again. "Baby- please... fuck... I'm close.. can I cum?" you menaged to ask between your moans. He growled, speeding up his pace at your words, "Wait a little longer, baby. I want to do it together."

You nodded, biting your lips and trying to refrain. "Cum inside" You whispered still moaning as his pace sped up. "I love you" he whispered, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips. "Love you too" you whispered, returning the kiss before he lowered his lips on your neck, sucking it and biting him slightly. "Fuck- fuck now, baby, now you can." He said, moaning a little louder, and you immediately cum on his dick. He made a couple more messy thrusts before cumming inside you, feeling you up with his seed and pushing deeper just to make sure it stayed inside. "Fuck" He moaned one last time, before resting his head on your shoulder as he pulled out. He quickly pushed two finger inside you, keeping his seed from falling out.

"Dave!" you said glaring at him as you took your breath back. He just chuckled and kiss your neck "You're mine. And that motherfucker will know now." He said pointing at the mirrow. You gave him a confused look before looking at the mirror and realize what he was talking about.

"Dave fucking Mustaine! I look like a damn Picasso painting!"

A/n: sorry for the poor grammar, English is not my first language😭

#dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #megadeath #dave mustaine

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Chapter 9: Easy Peasy

-- I wanted a happier Jake so here he is

tw. NSFW, smutty

Taglist: @because-edmund @blue-aconite

He entered the dance hall right behind you.

It felt like he had stepped into a different world

Most people were dressed up to the nines in their best evening wear, drinking fancy cocktails out of old glasses. A jazzy tune muffled by distance played as background to everyone's conversations. Jake couldn't stop the smile on his face.

The dance hall's front door had opened into a hallway. The floor was stone with a thin red carpet towards on the stairs and along the main pathways. The walls were wallpapered in white with gold detailing and the arched ceiling held a beautiful golden chandelier. On either side of the main staircase was a bar.

The room you were leading Jake to was directly in front of the main staircase. You wished you'd worn better clothes or that you hadn't allowed your mother to drag you out somewhere that evening.

You had dropped off your bag in the coat room at the entrance, but you really regretted not having your phone. Jake looked lost in wonder, it would have made for a good photo.

Once you managed to herd him into the dance room, Jake seemed to be enthralled by the dance floor. People in all sorts of clothes, vintage and modern were dancing a fast swing to the beat of the live band on stage.

You found a small table with some chairs to sit at and picked your seat. The chair was surprisingly soft and plushy for what was essentially a wooden chair covered in fabric. Jake was still standing, although this time he was looking at you.

"Ma'am, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

You laughed

"Oh yes, I hear it every day"

"Liars. The lot of them" He said, side eyeing you for your reaction. You made a beig show of being scandalised and gently slapped his arm. He chuckled.

"In all seriousness, you are beautiful"

Jake didn't know where the sudden boldness was coming from but he let his mouth speak without thinking too much.

It was strange, when he was with the team, or Mav or anyone else he felt crowded even in an empty room, but here with you, it felt like you were alone in the world.

"I asked around about you on base, seems you have quite the reputation as a ladies' man"

Yes, his carefully crafted reputation… A reputation he deserved right after The Incident, but now it was no longer applicable it only served to make the chasm between his real life and the pretend life he had for his Lieutenant Jake Hangman Seresin persona more obvious.

"Just means I know what I'm talking about, sweetheart"

"Is that so?

He hummed in agreement.

"They also say you had a rather gruesome accident that landed you in hospital" you stated "Is that why you took so long to reply to me, then?"

He held up his still bandaged hand.

"Damaged my texting hand, I'm afraid, and I'm useless with the other one"

"Who replied to my text then"

"I asked a friend"

"Does your friend help with other things you can't do?"

"Well, aren't you forward" He laughed, then added "Sadly, I am yet to find someone to help with that…"

"I volunteer"

"I'll put you to work, don't worry. Right now though, I want to dance"

He held out his head and you grabbed. His bad hand went against her waist and the good one grabbed her hand. The music had changed for a slow dance. Jake held you tight against his chest and you dropped your head against his shoulder. His nose gently nuzzled your hair.

You swayed like that for what fel like hours, even after the music changed again to a faster tune.

Eventually you both woke up from you reverie and looked at each other, Jake lifted his bandaged hand to your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. You had kissed before but this was different. Your previous had been hot, heavy and electric. This one was slow and passionate, Jake's tongue gently licked at your bottom lip and you returned the favour. When you came up for air, the only think you could think about was how well his lips fit against yours.

"What time is it?"

It was four pm, and you had to go. You excused yourself to Jake

"I thought you were going to help with certain things?"

"I'm sorry. I'll call when I'm done with my mom. I can help you then"

"I suppose I can wait a little longer"

At nine pm, Jake shot you a text. He hadn't been able to think about anything but you. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but in a very intimate way. The way you had danced together had awoken something in him that he had never felt before.

Just as he was starting to think you'd forgotten you sent a text asking where you might meet him.

"Rooster?" God this felt awkward, he felt like a teenager again "Do you mind if I have a girl over?"

"Dude. Are you twelve? Obviously not. Just, you know, keep it down" Rooster laughed, Jake turned a lovely shade of beet red, when he recovered from the humiliation he stuck out his middle finger.

He texted you almost as soon as he entered his room again.

"I'll be 25 minutes" you texted back.

Jake tidied and showered just in time for you to arrive, when you rang the doorbell, he was standing behind the door psyching himself up. He opened the door. After a quick kiss he whispered:

"My room's upstairs, my housemate is in the kitchen"

"Okay" You giggled "why are we avoiding him?"

"He's chatty" Jake replied, winking at you. He snuck you up the stairs and into his room.

"How kind of you to volunteer your help"

"How about you show me what I need to help with"

Jake smiled, lifted both of his hands in their and you laughed

"Right, no hand."

You unzipped his trousers and helped them drop to the floor before feeling him through his trousers. He kissed you, his hands on your waist. You slipped his underwear off and began jerking his cock. He let out rhythmic little moans to encourage you, looking at you through half open eyes.

He thrust his hips in time with your hand a few times before stopping himself.

"I don't want to come yet" He mumbled against your mouth, fighting to get your clothes off without really paying attention to what he was doing.

Once naked, Jake pushed you onto the bed. He tried to climb over you but when his bandaged hand bore the weight of his body, he felt a flash of searing hot pain and he fell to the side.

"Maybe I can help with that too" You straddled him and sank yourself down on his member. Both of you sighed at the feeling.

Jake was so close already after your handjob and he was trying his hardest not to cum without making sure you had too. Concentrating on anything was so damn hard though because the only thing his brain seemed to want to think about was you. When he wasn't thinking about the feeling of you bouncing on top of him or the sight of your breasts moving with everything you did, he was thinking of how you had felt pressed against him earlier, or how much he wanted to kiss that spot below your ear where your neck turned into your jaw.

He felt your movements become more halted as your legs stiffened and you came around his member, he took over for a moment. Thrusting deep and fast into you, your moans drowned in the noise of his skin slapping yours.

Jake managed to delay his orgasm until you came around him one more time but as your pussy tightened around him, he lost himself in the feeling and emptied himself inside of your moaning the dirtiest moan as he did so.

You climbed off of him and walked to the bathroom with shaky legs as Jake watched you go. He closed his eyes for a moment while he caught his breath. When he opened them again it was to see you crawling into his covers next to him. He joined you and dragged you into a tight cuddle.

That night, as Jake lay in bed awake and you were asleep next to him, it occurred to him that he might be falling in love with you. It didn't feel like they described it in books, with the butterflies, forgetting how to breathe or how to speak. It had felt like that on the first date, but Jake figured that it had more to do with saving him from himself than with love, because what he felt now wasn't close to comparable. He felt safe, relieved and unburdened when he was with you. Jake couldn't plan for the future, he wasn't sure he'd be there to have one but if he did, Jake knew that he wanted you to be a part of it

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction #jake seresin #hangman top gun #original fic

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thenightling · 2 years

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My full review of Hocus Pocus 2

I watched Hocus Pocus 2 a few days ago and I have posted a few times about it but now I will write my complete review.

Like most Disney properties today there is a cynical sense of corporate oversight. I actually do love this movie but there’s no mistaking some of the heavy handed actions of Disney overlords.

Hocus Pocus 2 begins with two teenage girls (I was mislead into thinking it would be three but the third doesn’t join them until near the end) accidentally bringing The Sanderson Sisters back from the dead... again. The Sanderson Sisters are to Disney what Dracula was for Hammer Horror. They always come back.

I’ll start with the negative and work my way out to the positive. There’s a lot of positive. I actually really liked the movie.

A chunk of the movie (and even one of the end lines) felt like a shameless plug or out-right commercial for Walgreens. Yes, it was fun watching the three incompetent witches wandering a Walgreens like the deleted grocery store scene from the first movie (never released but clips of it and script exerts can be found online). But at the same time it felt like a commercial. A funny commercial but still a commercial.

I am glad they let the witches sing together twice. The Witches are Back (to the tune of Sir Elton John’s The Bitch’s back) was too short (in my opinion). They should have had a longer song for their revival. I am honestly a little surprised they didn’t just make the whole film a musical. The director of the original Hocus Pocus did Newsies (a childhood favorite).

The new stage show scene where the witches sing a cover of Blondie’s One way or Another (with a few lyrics changed) is extremely catchy. It’s one of those songs that annoyingly gets stuck in your head.

To my surprise there was some nods to real modern day (non-Satanic) m magick and occultism. The mention of Maiden, Mother, and Crone, which used to just be subtly referenced with Winfried, Mary, and Sarah Sanderson is used genuinely here. And the use of salt to protect against dark magick (which is in the first film but used more in the second), as well as angelica leaves to lift hexes. And yes, some magick shops do offer Angelica leaves for free if someone thinks they’ve been cursed.

The story is predictable, sweet, and wholesome with themes about sisterly love, even with the Sanderson Sisters themselves. There were some minor retcons about the wtiches’ backstory such as where Winifred got the book and Billy’s relationship with her but both of those things had been told to us in the first film through hearsay so it makes sense that it wouldn’t be accurate.

I actually thought it was a pleasant surprise to have Winifred Sanderson (Bette Midler) show genuine love for her sisters near the end, revealing that she would rather die than be without them. That was actually kind of sweet. And some part of me kind of wants to see a story where the Sanderson Sisters redeem themselves. They’re bungling idiots as evil witches. Let’s see them bungle their way through redemption.

It turns out the three teenage girls (one in particular) are destined to be a coven of good witches. You get a little backstory of Winifred and her sisters as children and Winifred is given her grimoire (spell book) by a witch in the woods. There are some subtle hints that this witch is their biological mother but nothing is confirmed. And upon first encounter the witch planned to feed on little Sarah’s soul. This would be odd for a mother but considering things... she could be twisted enough to do it.

If you remember the first film there is a bit where the witches talk briefly about “Mummy scorpion pie” and it makes them think of mother. This suggests their mother is a witch so yes, I suspect the witch in the woods was their mother. The witch they meet also has the power to turn into a bird. I would like to see The Sanderson Sisters turn into animals. Winifred compared herself to a hawk, which would be ironic since the first film’s anniversary edition said she has poor eyesight and hawks are known for their sight. And Mary already behaves very dog-like. She even barks and sniffs things out like a blood hound or wolf.

There are two hints for Hocus Pocus 3. The first is that the girls walk off with Winifred’s spell book and a bird is following them. The bird very much looks like the one that turned into the witch that gave Winifred the spell book to begin with. I also will note that I think the main reason that witch forbid Winifred from casting the spell to make her all powerful is she knew it would cost her, her sisters. I think the witch-mother had cast the same spell once (which is why she’s now immortal) and it had cost her her own coven. But if she had cast the spell why did she behave as if she was going to feed on little Sarah in the 1650s? A test to see if Winifred would protect her and thus a worthy coven leader? Oh, there is also a nice homage to the 1960s Dark Shadows. A menacing Reverend Trask gives The Sanderson Sisters a hard time as children in the 1650s and his descendant (played by the same actor) exists in present day Salem as Mayor Traske (The poor guy just wanted a caramel apple through the whole movie. I felt bad for him). In the 60s TV show Dark Shadows, Reverend Trask was an eighteenth century witch hunter antagonist whose descendant (played by the same actor) was in present day Collinsport Maine. This was a clever homage for Dark Shadows fans. I wonder how many people even noticed it. The math is a bit off for the Sanderson Sisters to be elderly in the 1690s. Based on the dates in the film Winifred should only be in her fifties in 1693. Bette Midler was forty-seven when she first played Winifred Sanderson in the first film and that was her look when she de-aged. She looked ninety or so at the very start before feeding on Emily Binx for youth so their childhooods should definitely have been before the 1650s but if you ignore this it's still a fun movie.

The second hint for Hocus Pocus 3 is the bonus scene after the end credits. Gilbert had apparently made a second black flame candle. Cobweb (his cat) shows it to us as a bonus scene. I don't think Gilbert would commit murder (even of two bullies left hanging in cages in the Sanderson house) so how did he make the black flame candle? The first film said it was made from the fat of a hanged man. Some fans have hinted that Gilbert may have killed Jay and Ice (the bullies) but that doesn't seem to true his character or to Disney for that matter. Stephen King, yes, Disney, no. Was there a loophole- i.e. using fatty food made by the two after they were hung from ages? (fat of hanged men)?

I love Gilbert, by the way. A little self-serving but ultimately good, he is an occult expert and magick shoppe owner while also being a bit incompetent. I have a soft spot for incompetent sorcerers. I also liked the inversion that the girls were surprised and grossed out that he’s not a virgin instead of like in the first movie where it was treated as a point of shame that the sixteen-year-old protagonist was still a virgin, a very odd thing for a Disney film. One of the best lines is when The Sanderson Sisters are referred to as the “Goth Golden Girls.”

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind it if Hocus Pocus was continued as a TV series even if they had to use new actors for The Sanderson Sisters. The ones they used for the Disney World Spooktacular stage show every Halloween are decent.

To me The Sanderson Sisters are like Disney’s version of The Wicked Witch of the West. Though bungling and Three Stooges-like they have become iconic and I think versions of them should walk around the Disney parks all year long, not just for Halloween. I think that the characters are popular enough that they can be used outside of the Halloween season. I actually really liked Hocus Pocus 2 but then again I have a soft spot for The Sanderson sisters. I kind of hope they get a TV show or third movie and that they let it be a full on musical next time instead of just two songs per movie.

I had heard that there was a deleted scene of The Sanderson Sisters in purgatory. I hope Disney releases that deleted scene one day. Perhaps it tied to the recording studio bit on the end credits (where they again sing “The Witches are back.”) Imagine that, a recording studio in purgatory.

I also heard the movie originally had a different ending but test audiences didn’t like it so they had to go back and reshoot the ending back in June. The original filming was for three months in the autumn of 2021. I am curious to know what that original ending was though I do admit to thinking it was sweet, the ending we got, that Winifred would rather die than be without her sisters. That was actually endearing, the confirmation that she genuinely loves them. It makes them more likable antagonists, I think.

They definitely softened The Sanderson Sisters here in Hocus Pocus 2. In the first movie they were more violent and prone to killing. Here it felt like they just wanted power so it was less-evil. Part of me wouldn’t be surprised if someone decided to give them a redemption story in show or movie form with The Witches are Back as the theme song.

It was cheesy but it was fun, just like the first Hocus Pocus movie. The first Hocus Pocus came out when I was eleven-years-old so you need to watch it with your mindset as that of a child. It helps you appreciate the sweet corniness of the over-all plot. It’s delicious cheese. Embrace the cheese.

I’d say it’s on par with the first Hocus Pocus movie. Not better but close. You have to appreciate both Hocus Pocus movies as cheesy, wholesome, Halloweeny fun. And yes, I would like some incarnation of The Sanderson Sisters all year long. I think Disney should consider making a show out of the characters if not the hinted at third movie.

Hell, maybe even a Maleficent / Hocus Pocus crossover. That would be fantastic. I adore Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent. That’s pretty much the only Angelina Jolie role I like. Imagine it, the dark faerie vs. The Sanderson sisters or having to work together for some reason.

Just don’t be so blatant with the Walgreens commercial next time. That was shameless.

#Hocus Pocus #Hocus Pocus 2

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jdgo51 · 2 years

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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR AUGUST 10, 2022

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By Henry L. Childress (Arkansas, USA)

READ GENESIS 37:1-11

"We want each one of you to show the same diligence so as to realize the full assurance of hope to the very end."

HEBREWS 6:11 (NRSV)

As I reflect on the days of lifting weights in my youth, I remember how much I hated changing the amount of weight on the bar between lifts. Sometimes the transition between sets took longer than the lifts themselves. But now that I look back, I can see that the transitions had just as much to do with strengthening my body as the lifts did. Each time I pulled the weights off the bar and replaced them with new ones, my hands became tougher and stronger. Every time I twisted and turned with those heavy weights, my abs and obliques were getting toned. Every lift, push, pull, and twist during the transition benefited me in the long run.

Throughout the Bible, we also see times of transition. For example, when Joseph had the dream of his brothers bowing down to him, he was not given a royal position the next day. His time of transition lasted many years. But he needed that time to truly interpret his dreams and learn what it meant to be a good leader. Transitions in life are important — they are God’s way of preparing us for what is ahead." We have twists, turns and changes that move us into a different place or position. We can be stumped by them or use them to make the change. Our life progresses in stages and we can move along as God would have us to.

TODAY'S PRAYER

"Dear Lord, help us to see that the space between where we are and where we are going is necessary. May the transition make us stronger, wiser, and closer to you. Amen."

Genesis 37:1-11

"'1 Jacob lived in the land of Canaan where his father was an immigrant. 2 This is the account of Jacob’s descendants. Joseph was 17 years old and tended the flock with his brothers. While he was helping the sons of Bilhah and Zilpah, his father’s wives, Joseph told their father unflattering things about them. 3 Now Israel loved Joseph more than any of his other sons because he was born when Jacob was old. Jacob had made for him a long robe. 4 When his brothers saw that their father loved him more than any of his brothers, they hated him and couldn’t even talk nicely to him. 5 Joseph had a dream and told it to his brothers, which made them hate him even more. 6 He said to them, “Listen to this dream I had. 7 When we were binding stalks of grain in the field, my stalk got up and stood upright, while your stalks gathered around it and bowed down to my stalk.” 8 His brothers said to him, “Will you really be our king and rule over us?” So they hated him even more because of the dreams he told them. 9 Then Joseph had another dream and described it to his brothers: “I’ve just dreamed again, and this time the sun and the moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me.” 10 When he described it to his father and brothers, his father scolded him and said to him, “What kind of dreams have you dreamed? Am I and your mother and your brothers supposed to come and bow down to the ground in front of you?” 11 His brothers were jealous of him, but his father took careful note of the matter."' Joseph's story is one of a drastic transition. The brother's actions were to punish him for the indications of the dreams. Sounding like he was superior and would rule over them. In fact, though, the action turned into good and his life was revolutionized. In time his position did give him some advantage and position to influence the families lives. Never good for family to go to this drastic place, "selling into slavery", yet the outcome far exceeded anything imagined by Joseph. Maybe your confrontations in life can turn over into great things? Pray that you have these moments. Bless you all! Joe

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

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The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #long post #this idea is actually from uhhhhhh probably like 2 years ago #back when i was still in the midst of not being able to write anything so #stuck this idea in the microwave for this warm up fic

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lavishedinjimin · 3 years

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bts reaction -> you do something that upsets/angers them

woah! finally, a new reaction post??

(all gifs used are not mine!)

Namjoon:

Well, well, well, what could you have possibly said to create an argument with Namjoon. He, for one, doesn’t like arguments. He would instead talk to you and settle all the problems without raising his voice.

But if the argument does get too far, he’s making sure that he gets his point across, even if his words might sting.

Namjoon sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at you who was standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

“I did nothing wrong, Y/n,” he states with a deep yet calm tone, “You didn’t tell me that I had to run errands. How would I when I’m in the studio with the boys?”

He raises his brow when you stomp your feet on the wooden floor. Eyeing you up and down, his blood slowly rises when he feels like you’re acting insensitive.

“But you knew that we had no groceries left!”

Namjoon suppresses his anger like he always does, “Stop being selfish, Y/n. Tell me, who’s paying your bills?” he points his chin out.

“Hey, I pay half of our bills!”

“There you go. That just means you also shouldn’t be depending on me so much when I’m busy doing work, okay?”

(aln: this gif is so fucking hot istg i’m on my knees)

Seokjin:

You feel the other side of the bed dip, signaling that someone had come into bed with you. Peeking your eyes open just slightly, you feel your body relaxing as you finally saw Seokjin after a long, hard day.

“Hey, darling,” you whisper, scooting closer to him to hug his body. Seokjin murmurs something under his breath, but you didn’t quite grasped what it was.

Seokjin moves around, furrowing his eyebrows as a groan escapes his mouth. “Please…”

Ignoring the word, you instantly scatter his face with kisses, kissing his forehead and down to his plump lips.

“Not now, Y/n.”

“Why?” you pout, “lemme kiss you. I haven’t seen you all day.” You continue your mischief on him, placing open-mouthed kisses all over.

With eyes still closed, he pushes you away with both hands.

Shocked, you look at him in awe of what he just did.

“That’s so rude,” you scoff.

“I just want to sleep, Y/n. I’m tired and I don’t want to talk.”

Silence fills the room as you sullenly observe him pull the covers over his body. He rubs his face with his hands as he lets go of an exasperated sigh. “Get over it. I had a bad day, okay? I just want silence and a night of good sleep, that’s all I want right now.”

You know how Seokjin gets mad. His words are his weapon. You think that it’s much better leaving him alone than further pushing his buttons. Tomorrow will be another day.

Yoongi:

Yoongi doesn’t get angry that often. It’s quite impressive how he can calm himself down and avoid the anger. But it’s also alarming – because whenever he does get angry, he can become outright terrifying and a guilt-tripping madman.

“Is it because I don’t talk to you enough?” Yoongi alarms through the phone, the rage in his voice evident even though you can’t see his face. “Huh? Is it because I don’t give you enough attention?”

“It’s not like that! You have to understand that he’s just a friend!” You grip the phone tighter in your damp hand.

“I bet that guy treated you better, hm? I bet that’s the reason.” Yoongi’s voice was filled with bitter sarcasm as he speaks. The tone of his voice makes you clench your fist in annoyance. It was clear that he was manipulating you with his words, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him.

“You know what? Whatever, Y/n. You do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care. But get ready for when I get home, you’re gonna get some serious fucking punishment.”

There was a long, thick silence after his sentence. You can feel your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest, upset in both yourself and in Yoongi.

“It isn’t my intention to upset you,” you sigh, “you’re the one that I care about. Always.”

“Then show it to me.”

You gasped. Are your actions not enough for him to believe you?

Hoseok:

Hoseok can be immensely intimidating when angry. Those eyes that can show the sweetest candy smile, with a single wrong move, they can turn into the most devilish gaze someone has ever seen.

Even his members find him scary whenever he’s mad.

As you watch the band practice their choreography for their performance next week, you couldn’t keep your eyes on Hoseok. The way his body just moves smoothly without any imperfections at all, it was clear that he was made for dancing and performing on stage.

Park Jimin calls off for a break and the members rush to their respective corners to catch their breath. Hoseok walks to the other side of the practice room where he sits down. Until suddenly, Jimin comes to your direction with a sly smirk on his face.

“Did you like the choreo?” he says, voice sort of raspy and out of breath. You giggle, “Yes. It was fire.”

“Mhm…” he places his hands on the table in front of you and leans forward, making your eyes widen. What is he doing…?

His eyes were almost slitted, licking his lips. You can’t help but notice small droplets of sweat trickling down from his temples and to his jawline, and how the light reflex the dampness of his neck. “Were you watching me?”

“H-Huh?” You stutter, mouth agape. “Yeah. You’re so good, Jimin, as always,” you respond while tucking your hair behind your ear.

Jimin’s grin widens, satisfied with your answer. Before he can give a verbal reply, Hoseok was right behind him and he swiftly pushes Jimin aside. He gives him a ‘look’ paired with a shake of his head. He whispers something to Jimin as he walks away.

Hoseok lifts his chin whilst he looks down at you with those menacing dark brown eyes. “Are you enjoying your time here?”

“Well,” you gulp, “Yes.”

He looks away for a second, brushing his hair back. You can hear that he took a deep sigh. Placing his forearms on the table, he stares directly into your eyes. His irises burn deep into you as he takes a heavy breath, “You know how possessive I am of you, Y/n. Only—” he lifts his right hand and caresses your cheek, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, “only look at me.”

Jimin:

Jimin was clicking away on his laptop as he sits on the barstool, eyes glued on the screen for he didn’t even notice that you’ve walked up behind him. Slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist. His body jumps in utter shock.

“Babe,” he groans, “don’t do that again. Don’t surprise me like that.”

His tone was plain and sharp, bringing an attitude that signifies that he is annoyed.

Perhaps he needs more love and attention?

Inhaling his scent, you rest your cheek against his back. The sounds of the keys clicking were slowly becoming irritating, so you snatch his hands away to hold them in your grasp.

“Wha—Y/n!” he yells, but you unrightfully ignore him.

“C’mon, baby. Just rest for a while and come cuddle with me instead—”

“Cuddle?” he turns the stool around so he faces you. He scoffs, “You really want us to cuddle right now? When I’m in the middle of work?” he raises his voice at you, making you feel small. Trying your best not to be hurt by his razor-sharp timbre, you stand your ground. “Stop fucking annoying me and let me do my job, okay?”

“I’m just trying to—”

“—Just trying to help, yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “Please just, just leave me alone for a couple of minutes.”

But he will feel so fucking bad afterward, though. Jimin lets his emotions get the best of him and he used you to let it all out. You understand him, nonetheless. He is the type to bottle up his feelings. But deep down, you wish he would tell you everything that’s been bothering him, without having to keep them for himself.

Taehyung:

Taehyung rarely gets mad at you. But whenever he does, he’s quick to apologize and forget about the situation because he doesn’t want to cause a much bigger problem.

So, stealing his food from the fridge wouldn’t annoy him, right?

He was supposed to come home early for tonight, but he informed you that he’ll be a little bit late because of traffic.

Although your hunger couldn’t wait any longer.

Taking the box of food out of the fridge, you did not hesitate to gobble them all up to feed your rumbling stomach. You know for a fact that he’s going to empathize with you anyway.

As he comes home, though, you weren’t still finished and he stops his tracks when he sees that you were eating his meal.

“Y/n!” he gasps, “This one is yours!” he says, raising the takeout box he bought on the way home. “You said you wanted Chinese, didn’t you?”

Uh-oh…

You slowly stand up from the dining table, walking your way out of the area with his food still in your hands with a little cheeky grin.

Taehyung pouts as he whines out your name, “I hate it when you do this! I was craving for that!” He stomps his foot, “This is so upsetting, you know.”

You feel your heart clench at that, “I’m sorry…”

“Come here, you!” Taehyung all of a sudden, runs to catch you, signaling your fight or flight response. You shriek and dashed all around the dining room, trying to avoid Taehyung as much as possible. He had his arms sprawled across like an eagle, cackling.

Once you let him catch you, he hugs your body tightly in his grasp. “Hmm? You’re so naughty, babe. You know I can’t get mad at you for too long.” He grabs the food box away from you and sets it aside. He whispers, “But don’t do this again.”

Jungkook:

“I mean, look at her, Jungkook. Doesn’t her face irritate you?” you inquire at him, showing an Instagram picture of that one girl you despise. She had her whole butt on screen, tongue out, showing off her long acrylic nails.

Sitting on the couch beside you, Jungkook purses his lips and looks at the screen. “Hmm.” He says plainly.

“Goddamn, whenever I see her in real life my saliva turns sour, y’know? Ugh¸ I hate her so much.” You can feel your nerves rile up, throwing your feet on the coffee table in front of you.

Jungkook speaks, “What has she done to you?” he says in a monotone voice.

“Uh,” you turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow, “Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Just wondering.”

“Okay, fine,” You roll your eyes, “She has done nothing, all right? But—”

He laughs unexpectedly, making you crease your forehead both in frustration and perplexity.

Jungkook himself was never the type to create arguments or say what he feels out loud. He would most likely internalize his thoughts and opinions and waits for the perfect timing to affront.

But if there’s a moment where he a situation feels unfair, he’s not afraid to stand up for what he believes.

“You know that’s wrong, darling,” he sighs, scooting over to you. He swings his right arm around your shoulder and tugs your figure closer. “There’s no reason to hate someone without having a definitive reason. C’mon, just ignore her if she bothers you so much.”

You frown, “But…”

“But what? Baby, if you do this one more time, I’ll be very upset. More upset in you than I am right now.”

Immediately, you jerk your head to look at him. With puppy dog eyes, you apologize, “Sorry.”

#jungkook reaction #jimin reaction #taehyung reaction #bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #yoongi reaction #seokjin oneshots #namjoon imagines #bts reactions smut #bts angry #bts

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swcetnight · 3 years

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It’s Definitely You || kth (m.) 1

synopsis:

Working as a barista in NYC has its perks, but when your ultimate dream of being on the Broadway stage tends to come crumbling down, the only thing that raises your spirits is the comfort of a complete stranger… who seems to have known you for far longer than you thought.

masterlist here

→ pairing: taehyung x barista!reader (also musical theatre performer cause I had to)

→ genre: fluff, angst, future smut | strangers(ish) to lovers… i won’t give the truth away... gonna have to read and find out for yourself ;))

-> warnings: self doubt, adorable plant names... there's really not many warnings for this chapter!

→ word count: 7,973

authors note:

alrighty everyone... here we go! (i’m so nervous) this is the first chapter of this series (which it took me 50 years to figure out whether I wanted this to be a series or a two shot... lets just say that it's gonna be a long one, so I think that a series is the best way to go)! this story is really near and dear to my heart, so 1. I really hope you enjoy it and 2. I hope all of you know how hard it was to write this into words... my goodness. now, make sure you look for clues throughout this series... there's a secret in here that won't be revealed for a while ;)) but if any of you have ideas, please be sure to send an ask while we wait to find out together! anyways, I hope you enjoy !!

authors thanks:

a HUGE thank you to @hantaev and @monvante for beta-reading and being so so supportive of me and this little (but not so little) story... y'all truly have no idea how helpful you've been and how thankful I am to be friends with both of you! forreal, y'all are the greatest and I'm sending you all my love!!

also, if you are enjoying this story, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask (on or off anon) and let me know your thoughts, feelings, theories, etc!! i would love to hear from all of you 🤍

If time-travel existed, you would be on the first time machine and head back to 2 years ago. A time when you had a free schedule and were able to go out on Friday nights. A time when you felt confident in yourself and were raring to pursue theatre. A time when you didn't have this job (cause apparently, theatre is impossible to get into) that forces you awake at 4 in the morning for the opening shift.

You can't say you don't love your Barista job because you do. Still, when your alarm wakes you from the beautiful dream of performing on the big stage, you have to use everything within yourself to crawl out of your sheet cocoon… and that is unacceptable.

What's even more unacceptable is the fact that your co-worker, Jimin, hasn't arrived at the Academia Cafe yet. You have about 30 minutes to prepare for the morning peak; brew coffees, set up the bakery items, clear the boards "coffee of the day," etc. The problem is, it takes up all of the 30 allotted minutes— and you can't start prepping early because Jimin has the keys to the cafe.

You’ve worked at the Academia Cafe for about a year now, taking a break from your endless theatre audition schedule— since that was getting you absolutely nowhere. No matter how badly you want it, nothing seems to work. No matter how many times you practice, it never seems to be good enough. Let’s just say, you took this job at the cafe because you were over the repetitive let downs.

… But here you are, with a “Jimin being late” let down.

[To: Jimin ☕️] hey, you almost here? times ticking, keys!

You stuff your phone into your winter coat pocket, the brown material catching snowflakes as they fall gently from the cloudy sky. You love this weather; it's always been your favorite. When you were little, you used to pretend to be a dragon; running all over your front yard and releasing heavy breaths that chilled in the air and spread like smoke. You don't enjoy the cold, but the entire feel of winter has you cozying up in a blanket with hot cocoa and a good book… nothing could beat that.

A buzz in your pocket catches your attention.

[From: Jimin ☕️] Hey! Look up.

Your eyes immediately lift to see Jimin smiling a few feet away, shuffling through the snow as he drags the keys out of his pocket. He's sporting a heavy blue coat that reaches down to his knees — making his short stature appear even smaller — topped with a matching blue beanie. Despite his tardiness today, you’ve always been fond of Jimin. He's like a ray of sunshine, beaming through the skyscrapers of the city and making everyone around him happy just by flashing a single smile. Honestly, you wish you could sneak some of that happiness from him and lock it somewhere safe... so you can save it for a time when you need it most.

"Your timing is impeccable." He laughs, gently placing the keys into the front door lock. "You texted me right as I was rounding the corner."

"I'm telling you, Jimin; we're always on the same wavelength." Smirking, you make your way through the doors of the cafe, greeted by the warmth that surrounds you like your sheet cocoon did this morning, but accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee. "Except for the fact that you, my friend, are late, so now we only have twenty-eight minutes until opening."

Old, rustic book pages litter the cafe's dark walls, executing the dark academia theme flawlessly. You have to give the interior designers a hand, what with the black stools and high dark wood counters etched with different story pages. You wonder if anyone took the time to read the stories that covered the cafe; maybe the stories moved them in a personal way. Maybe there was a reason why they read them, a part of the butterfly effect of their life.

With a quick survey of the main room, you shuffle into the back to put your belongings away. "You would think it would be less busy on the streets because of the snow," Jimin calls, already working on the first batch of light roast coffee. "But unfortunately for me, that was not the case, and I nearly lost my life multiple times on the way here because of how slick it is."

A laugh emits from your lips, echoing in the backroom as you throw your apron over your head.

You begin with date labeling all of the pastry items, placing them accordingly onto the pastry cart; croissants, muffins, scones, etc. Then, you move onto organizing syrups and setting toppings along the bar where drinks are made. Bar is your personal favorite position-- since you're able to make the drinks… Plus, you're so busy that your shift goes by way faster. The sooner you're done, the sooner you get to go home and sleep.

“All set?” Jimin questions when you finish setting the steaming pitchers next to the espresso machine, tossing the rag he used to wipe down tables into the sanitizer bin. You give him a nod, taking a quick once over of the bar. “Alright,” he claps, “let's do this.”

This morning runs like every Friday morning, busy and fast. The sounds of coffee glasses clinking and the calling of customer names at the hand-off station echoes through the air.

Ahhhh, the scenery in coffee shops; the quiet hush over the room as soft jazz plays over the speakers. It’s soothing, all encompassing, and extremely helpful for motivation… You used to go to a local cafe for homework when you were still in school.

You take a breath, relaxing against the back counter as you overhear a conversation a group of regulars are having. It’s the usual small talk: the weather, families, sharing pictures of recent events. Coming up with questions of the day for customers becomes easier after knowing their stories, so you subconsciously listen in often.

Because of this, you almost don't notice the man waiting at the register, wholly delved into the neighboring conversation— only looking over when you hear your name called.

"Y/n?"

You turn your head, catching eyes with the stranger behind the counter who holds his credit card ready. The first thing you notice is that he's young, probably around your age, wearing a brown turtleneck and white slacks. His eyes are dark, standing above his perfectly sculpted nose and lips. His hair is dark as well, forehead drowning within the wavy bangs that fall over his eyebrows as he takes you in. To be completely honest, he's probably the most handsome man you've had the pleasure of seeing… is that weird? You don’t know him… maybe that is weird.

The second thing you notice is that he looks completely anxious, hands grasping the edge of the counter like there's a thousand-foot drop below him. Why is he looking straight at you while doing that? Maybe you should call Jimin to take ove-

“Is it really you?” He questions, taking you aback.

"I-" You clear your throat, walking forward to meet him at the register, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

With an intake of breath, he releases the counter as he studies you. Was he… crying? You swear his eyes were not this bloodshot three seconds ago.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?...possibly.

You shake your head slightly, “I… I’m sorry. I don't-"

Wait… is he a regular? You swear you haven't seen him come into the cafe before. Shoot.. What if he is? The number one thing your boss has made perfectly clear: remember the regulars, so they come back and feel at home; recognized. Customer connection was the most important thing at the Academia Cafe… He's probably a regular.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

He's staring at you. Full-on staring, jaw slacked. Shifting uncomfortably in your keds, you eye beside you to see Jimin working away at a macchiato. You consider changing places, nearly walking over to him before the customer speaks again.

"It's- It's Taehyung."

You force a smile, nodding while he continues to stare at you. He seems a bit more hesitant, his eyes looking in different directions but ultimately falling back onto your own. Even if he tried, he couldn't hide the rosy color that spreads onto his cheeks. What was this guy's problem?

"Taehyung! Awesome, well, what can I get for you today?" You chirp, attempting to brighten up your increasing discomfort. He might have mistook you for someone else, you decide, jumping back into your customer service personality: kind and quick to the point.

Taehyung doesn't move, training his eyes on you. You've never had a man's undivided attention before, since boyfriends were never an option. When you were a teenager, you stayed home most of the time in your hometown, and the boys there were all just in it to take your pants off. You avoided them and never really caught their attention, so you can't help the uncomfortable blush that grows on your cheeks. It’s short lived though, your nerves dissolving as soon as you notice a single tear fall onto the front of his shirt.

Oh. Okay, he’s definitely crying.

"Sir..." You begin, leaning in closer to avoid drawing attention. "Is everything alright?"

"I…" The shake in his voice is evident as he puts his credit card back into his wallet, still refusing to break eye contact. “Excuse me." Without another word, he turns on his heel and rushes towards the exit, clocking a customer in the shoulder in his rush. He apologizes quickly, bowing to them before glancing behind to make eye contact with you once more.

You wish you could read minds, wondering what the hell is going through his brain… but you notice the tiniest gleam of a hopeful smile that hides on his lips.

And then he’s gone.

“I swear it was the strangest thing, Jimin.” You speak nervously, tugging at the strings of your apron and lifting it over your head. It had been busy all day, despite a quick thirty minute break when everyone had left and the cafe was suddenly a deserted island. You appreciated the busyness, it made your shift go by faster. Right now, all you wanted to do was go home, eat a fat bowl of icecream and distract yourself from the events of today with a movie. Thank God your shift was over.

“Maybe he thought you were someone else?” Jimin insists, taking a bite into the extra Blueberry Muffin you’d accidentally heated when you were distracted by the events that occurred earlier.

“Yeah? Well, I must be the spitting image because he was totally freaked out.”

“You never know, y/n. Or, maybe he just used that as an excuse to talk to you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, throwing your rolled up apron at him harshly before you grab your belongings.

“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious. This guy looked like he had seen his ex… He was crying. I don’t think he was into me.”

“Maybe his eyes were watering from the cold wind?” He offers.

“Enough to cry actual tears?” You scoffed, “C’mon Jimin.”

He shrugs defensively, picking up his things so the two of you can head out a few minutes earlier than usual. Whenever the baristas have a chance to leave early, they take it. “If he comes back, then ask him: hey, dude, what’s your deal?”Jimin works his way through the cafe, throwing an excess chair upside down onto the table with the rest of them.

You hold your hand above your heart, which is still beating at a faster pace due to this discussion. Can hearts even beat this fast? This can’t be healthy… “Oh wow, you have such a way with words. That definitely won’t make him feel uncomfortable!”

Yes. Sarcasm coping mechanism.

“Y/n.” Jimin meets you at the door and puts his hands on your shoulders, making extra sure he has your attention. “Go home. Don’t think too much into it… He was probably high or something and mistook you for his ex that dumped him and now he’s moping through the city and getting into all sorts of trouble and he’ll forget that he even came here tomorrow morning. Okay?”

You nod slowly, exiting the cafe with Jimin on your tail. "Don't worry, y/n." Jimin adds, "He probably won't even come back." He locks the door and gives you one last thumbs up before heading in the opposite direction, calling out at the last second. “See you tomorrow!”

The forced smile on your face appears again (looks like this was a regular occurrence today), waving him goodbye.

Yeah… tomorrow.

Jimin was right. The handsome crying stranger was probably never coming back.

It has been a few weeks since you met him for the first time. Now, it feels like a distant memory. He hadn’t shown up to the cafe the day after the encounter, or the day after that, or the day after that, and eventually you’d come to the conclusion that he was probably never going to show his face again out of pure embarrassment. You can’t say you blame him. You’d be embarrassed too if you stared at and cried over a random stranger.

Still, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment... You'd kind of hoped you could figure out what his problem was, maybe ease his mind a little if you really did look like a past lover. You would make sure he knew that it wasn't you. What if he was avoiding the cafe because he literally thought you were someone else? Great… now you just feel bad.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" Jimin beckons over the phone.

"Huh? What?" You bounce back to reality, the soft comforter of your bed lying beneath you as you stare out the window. Thanks to your wonderful apartment search, you have a beautiful view of the city. Jimin had helped you find a place when you first moved here. The two of you had met when you visited to check out the first apartment options; he even took you out for a drink afterward to celebrate the first days' completion. Jimin had immediately clicked with you, as he does with everyone-- he was the kind of person to make friends insanely quickly. He must've been super popular in high school... unlike you.

"Y/n Y/l/n. I am giving you a chance to meet more people, and you're not even listening to me!" He cries, a light smack coming from the other end (probably from him slamming his hand on the table).

"Okay, okay-- I'm sorry. I'm listening now; what's up?"

With a deep sigh, he speaks again. "Party. My house. Tonight. It's not gonna be wild, don't worry... it's just a get-together with some of my friends, and you can have a few drinks if you would like to."

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you look over towards the clock on your nightstand. 5:00. "I don't know..." You begin, the bed shifting as you raise into a seated position. "I have to work tomorrow morn-"

"Already got your shift covered." He deadpans.

"What??"

"I already got your shift covered, so you have no excuse."

This sly guy.

"Who covered it?" You question, setting the audio to speaker-phone as you rummage through old text messages you haven't gone through (to prep for your "thank you for covering my shift" text message).

“Jin.” Noted.

“So…” Jimin continues, “are you coming?”

You can't even remember the last time you met new people, let alone gone to a party. Parties weren't necessarily your thing, especially with your busy schedule of workdays and auditions-- you just never had the time. You should be excited, right?

Well, you aren't.

"Jimin, I don't know… I'm not really a huge fan of parties." You mumble over the phone, picking at the lone string that popped out of its stitch on your comforter.

"Y/n, it's a small get-together, and it's not gonna be that kind of party. Believe me; it'll be really chill. It's just me, you, a few other coworkers, and some friends from my journalism class."

You chew at your bottom lip, looking over at your closet to see a single green cocktail dress that you hadn't worn in years. The memory of the dress was a good one… you had just finished up curtain call for The Addams Family and wore that dress to the after-party. It's a short sleeve, layered green dress that flows just over your knees, the same color sash tying the waist in a floppy bow. You blush at the memory of winning best dressed.

A pause, “Okay.” You conclude. “I’ll go.”

Jimin was honest about how chill it would be; soft music plays in the background as the group sits around the table playing cards. A basketball game is playing on the TV, desperate for attention as a player scores a 3-pointer, but no one is watching. Shuffling of cards is the only sound heard in the room as the game continues.

The atmosphere is calm… quiet…

“BULLSHIT.”

The immediate crumble of everyone’s mood causes the loud “HELL YEAH” that makes you jump in your seat.

"And that is how it's done, Ladies and Gentlemen." Jungkook (your fellow coworker) claps, his smile brighter than the sunset that seeps through the curtains on the opposite side of the room.

"And that's on cheating!" Jimin picks up the cards in the center of the table, gathering them clumsily back into a pile.

"It's called having skill," Jungkook replies, holding his hands up as he smirks at his opponents.

"No, it's called luck." Yoongi finalizes as he puts his hand of cards down on the table with a roll of his eyes. You haven’t met Yoongi before until tonight. He’s one of Jimin's friends from Journalism Class.

When you arrived, you decided to sit out of this round and learn to play before joining the game-- knowing you; you would've been crushed within the first minutes of playing. Card games weren’t exactly a skill of yours— board games on the other hand were where it’s at! That, and charades. For the sake of the party, a card game didn’t sound too bad this time around— so you poke at Jimin to give you the hand as he serves cards for everyone else.

“Wait, wait, wait—“ Jimin pauses, his hand disappearing beneath the table to grab his phone. “Hello?”

“I’m not Irish, so does luck really count?” Jungkook questions in a hushed whisper, nudging Yoongi in the side.

“Oh hey...yeah... it’s apartment 205.” Jimin continues.

“You’re so funny, Jk. Maybe you’ll actually become successful if you choose stand-up comedy rather than becoming a musician.” Yoongi replies nonchalantly, his cat-like eyes staring at the abandoned pile of cards before he seems to come to the decision to shuffle them himself. He gives you a small smile when you hold your hand out to signal that you’re joining in this round.

“Mhm, you can just walk on in! Doors unlocked… okay.. alright, see ya in a minute.” When Jimin's phone is down, Yoongi passes a hand of cards to him.

“Think you can beat me, Y/n?” Jungkook asks,”Since apparently these four can’t?” He motions to Yoongi and Jimin, glancing at the other two players of the game: Hoseok (Jimins other classmate) and his girlfriend, Faith.

��I think I can.” You say, smirking at the determined expression on Jungkooks face. Even if you weren’t very fond of card games, there was one thing you were even less fond of: losing.

“Mmm, might want to rethink that, but okay.” Jungkook replies. The two of you are death staring when the sound of the front door creaking open catches the attention of everyone else at the table. Jimin shoots out of his chair.

“Taehyung!”

You freeze.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?... possibly.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

"It's- It's-."

“Taehyung, you just missed me creaming everyone in bullshit.” Jungkook boasts. Your eyes are glued to the side of Jungkook's head, not daring to make eye contact with the source of your nerves the past few weeks.

“Oh did I?” The familiar, deep voice utters.

Okay.. you can’t help but look…

Holy—it’s actually him.

Immediate regret sinks into your soul when you see him. God, he’s even handsomer than you remember. A white woolen sweater hangs over a pair of his black pants, matched with white sneakers and accenting the head of dark wavy hair you’d been thinking about since you last saw him.

“Yep!” Jungkook continues. “And now Y/n’s about to get shitfaced too.”

The moment his eyes swiftly glance your way is the moment you crumble and turn your head back to Jungkook. You had hoped to make a sly remark, something along the lines of “in your dreams,” but you’re caught breathless from the tension in the room. The tension only the two of you are aware of. He must be tense too, right?

“I wouldn’t underestimate her.” You hear out of Taehyung's mouth, stealing a look at his face once more. He’s smirking at Jungkook, hanging his coat on the hook beside yours, oblivious of the way you’re basically dissecting his every move.

“Have you met Y/n?” Jimin questions, provoking Taehyung's eyes to fall back onto yours. This time, you don’t look away.

He doesn’t answer right away, making you more nervous than you should be— the silence deafening as you make to explain, “We-“

“No.” He states plainly, cutting you off. An innocent smile plays on his lips as he looks at Jimin and places his messenger bag beside the door.

No? Uhhh, was he not the guy who pretended to know who you were and cried in front of you without even explaining why? Nope, it’s definitely him.

“I’m Taehyung.” He calls in your direction, offering you a boxy smile and a small nod, “Don’t let Jungkook fool you. A girl pinched him when we were in grade school. He barely lasted five seconds before running away screaming.” Taehyung moved to the table, sitting beside the man he just brutally embarrassed.

“That girl was terrifying. She was way taller than all the other sixth graders. It was an unfair situation.” Jungkook protested, sinking in his chair as he shuffled the cards he held in his hand.

You couldn’t help but stare dumbly at Taehyung. Was he embarrassed of his outburst at the cafe that he just hopes you forgot about him? You guess you didn’t exactly meet each other, other than a few words exchanged before he disappeared out the door. He probably doesn’t want his friends to know about what happened. Or did he not recognize you and completely forgot about the whole ordeal?

Okay, it’s fine… totally fine.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” you laugh, “no more coming in late, Jk. Or I’ll have to pinch you.”

Jungkook merely rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. You see the crinkle in Taehyung's eyes as he laughs, the boxy smile taking root on his face again… a smile you’ve begun to enjoy the look of.

Hey. Snap out of it. This guy is so confusing. That’s a red card.

You straighten up in your seat, catching Jimin's attention when you move towards the kitchen, motioning with your hand to signal that you’re getting another drink. You have a feeling you’re gonna need some more alcohol to get through the evening.

Jimins place is clean, every knick knack placed neatly where it belongs; accompanied by the smell of potted plants that he keeps by his windows. Little name tags are attached to the plant stems: Flo, Sprout, Bob. He names his plants. Sweet.

He, like you, has a great view of the city too, a mid-size window perched above his breakfast nook where a small potted plant (quotabley named “bean”) grows. The city is bustling below as you reach for a beer, shrugging off the fact that you hate beer, but at least the taste will distract you from Tae-

“Hey.” You hear a soft voice call from the kitchen archway. When you turn you nearly drop the bottle out of your hand. Taehyung gives you a soft smile.

“Hey! Uh.. did you want a beer, or are you a wine guy?” You question, cringing at how much higher your voice sounds at his close proximity.

“I— Sorry, neither.” He starts, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way around the island. “I uh- I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nod slightly, “Yeah of course… what’s up?”

“Um,” he’s nervous, you notice. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole thing at the cafe a few weeks ago.. I was— not in the right state of mind.” He meets your eyes hesitantly, “you just look like someone I know from a long time ago and it kind of.. took me by surprise, I guess.”

Jimin was right. You offer him a smile, shaking your head in disbelief, “You know what, I truly thought that was the reason… It’s totally fine. I’m not who you think I am, by the way.”

A flicker of something crosses his features at your comment, something you can’t quite pick up, but he changes it quickly to a smirk. “Obviously.” He laughs, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.. I’m not weird, I swear.”

“Mmm, that’s what they all say.” You tease.

He laughs, a soft sound that you want to hear over and over again. “You’ve got me there.” He takes a pause, placing his hands on the island countertop. “Let’s start over? If that’s okay? I didn’t want to mention it when I came in because I wanted us to have a fresh start.”

You push down the questioning thought of who this woman he mistook you for was, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “That’s totally okay.. clean slate?”

“Clean slate.” He finalizes.

“Straightforward,” You add, “I like it.”

He gives you a warm smile, the same edge in the way he looks at you dances in his eyes before he breaks it off, sliding the bottle of beer out of your own hand. “Actually, I think I will have a beer. You don’t seem like a beer drinker, anyway.” He turns quickly, smirking at you before striding out of the room. “Thanks, Y/n!”

Protestations die on your lips as he disappears from the room, your beer along with him. How rude. You can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back to the cupboard, skipping the beer and pouring yourself a second glass of wine. You weren’t a beer drinker, after all.

Although you weren’t one for parties, you couldn’t help but admit the fact that you were having a good time. No, a great time. All of you are seated in Jimins living room; a plate of chips sits on the coffee table, which was the hot spot of the night (considering there’s hardly any remaining). Others in the group still have a glass of alcohol in their hands, the tipsiness evident by the slurring of their words. You had stopped yourself after half of your second glass, playing it safe since you still have to walk home after the party. You weren’t much of a drinker anyway-- your family history being the root of this decision.

It isn’t the games that made the night this enjoyable, or the food, or the movie that is currently playing over Jimin's television (which, by the way, is Moulin Rouge, because half of the room enjoys musicals, and the other half enjoys regular movies. So, you decided to settle on a movie musical). None of that matters, except the fact that you’ve never felt this carefree in a long time.

For one night, you can put aside your cafe job, auditions, and never-ending to-do lists and just have fun. Real fun. Even in the audition rooms, it has never been fun for you. It’s been nerve-wracking to a fault and always ends with a “thank you for taking the time, but we’ve decided not to accept you this time around,” or a callback, which ultimately concludes with the same grueling fate.

But this is different.

This is a group of people who genuinely want to spend time with you and get to know you… with no “not this time’s” or open-ended questions.

Especially with Taehyung. You’re surprised at how quickly the two of you seemed to hit it off, despite the awkward introduction. Now, it feels like he’s known you for years… in the best way. You’re comfortable talking to him, chatting together during the movie about the plot points or songs you find specifically endearing. You had initially planned to sit next to Jimin… but ended up next to Taehyung on the couch.

It just happened.

He enjoys musicals as well, you learn. Maybe not as much as you do, but at least he doesn’t despise them. He’s one of Jimin’s friends from their shared art class. He loves the color brown. His favorite food is watermelon. He does illustrations for Jimins journalism projects (which, in your opinion, are exceptional from the photos he showed you during the movie while the others were engulfed in the film). He wishes to pursue traveling journalism, where he draws what he sees rather than taking pictures. His whole aura is warm… like a heated blanket that envelopes you whole when you feel him shift beside you on the sofa. A small reminder that he’s still there.

Okay, you’re liking his presence way too much.

He finds romance movies corny but a guilty pleasure nonetheless. This, the reason why he agreed to watch Moulin Rouge despite the cheesiness in the beginning. In the end, it was anything but cheesy.

"Well, that was stupid." Jungkook scoffs, slamming the remote onto the neighboring loveseats' armrest. The once loud room filled with music is now quiet from the after-effects of the movie.

“I told you it was sad!” Jimin exclaims. The two of you had seen this movie before in theatres… and this was nothing compared to how the ending hit the first time. “Y/N was nearly choking. She was crying so hard when we saw it.”

An immediate blush rises onto your cheeks as you shake your head in defiance, trying to hide the tears that had been stinging your eyes for the last thirty minutes. “Who wouldn’t cry at that??”

“Taehyung probably didn’t. He never cries.” Hoseok deadpans. Ha. You can’t help but remember the tear that ran down his face in the cafe… He never cries?

With a quick look over your shoulder, you find that Taehyung is no longer seated on the couch. When did he get up? You attempt to shrug off your curiosity, pivoting back towards the chip table where only sad little crumbs remain. You were worrying way too much over a man you quite literally just met tonight… even if it felt like you’ve known him for much longer.

Taehyung eventually reappeared, stating that he had to use the bathroom— you ignored the fact that it took him a solid 30 minutes to get back to the party. It wasn’t your place to ask any questions, especially since he lifted a smile onto his face the second he reentered the room. See, y/n… nothing to worry about.

It wasn’t long before you insisted you head home, knowing that you’d curse yourself in the morning if you stayed out past the sunrise. If you did, you’d sleep through tomorrow, and that would be awful. You’ve done this a few times… and every time, you felt like you had wasted an entire year of your life.

You move to grab your purse and jacket, which are hanging comfortably on the hook beside the front door. With a small smile, you bid everyone goodnight— smiling as they resume a card game around the table at one o’clock in the morning. It’s nice to know that the group of you hit it off… now; you can look forward to plenty of get-togethers in the future.

Your mind is bustling with all kinds of ideas: picnics in central park, late-night broadway shows, hangouts at the caf-

“Y/n!” The soft calling of Taehyung's voice causes you to halt near the exit, turning on your heel to see him jogging towards you. He had haphazardly thrown his jacket over him since it’s still being tugged onto his body as he runs. His hair becomes even more chaotic in his haste… Why do you want to run your hands through it?

“Hey!” You squeak, interrupting your thoughts before they trudged down a guilty road. “What are you doing? Weren’t you going to play another round?”

He gives you a smirk, catching his breath as he holds out your house keys. “You forgot these! You were really moving fast… sick of us already?”

“Wh— oh my god, thank you!” With a quick swipe of your hand, you’re stuffing your keys into your pocket with a grateful smile. “Also, hardly.”

You admire the way his eyes light up at your confession. “Well.. since you don’t want to leave us so quickly.. how about I walk you home?” He seems almost hesitant asking, but you can’t help but applaud him for actually taking the initiative to inquire.

You shake your head, pulling the strap of your purse farther up your shoulder. “You don’t have t-“

“I want to!” He cuts you off quickly, catching you by surprise as he moves past you to open the door. He glances back, taking in your reluctant expression, “It’s not safe this time of night Y/n… You shouldn’t be alone.“

You know he didn't mean anything by that statement… But the idea of someone genuinely caring and not wanting you to be alone makes your heart swell. Jimin cares about your safety of course, but this feels… Different.

This is the reason why you allow him to walk you home.

The snow crunches beneath your feet, like a symphony that beckons you home. You’ve been feeling exhaustion seeping into your bones for the last ten minutes, but Taehyung's occasional brush of his arm as he walks beside you keeps you wide awake. He doesn’t think to apologize for accidentally touching you, but you blame it on the time of night. Delusion.

“How long have you lived in New York?” You question, wrapping your coat tighter around you to kick out the nipping air.

“About a year now,” He responds, shuffling his feet, “though it feels like way longer. You?”

“Three years.”

Taehyung turns his head towards you, eyes wide. “Wow, way to one up me.” With a teasing smile he continues, “You must know this city like the back of your hand.”

The truth is… you don’t. You came here for the sole purpose of making it on Broadway... you never really took the time to focus on anything else. Part of you wishes you had learned more, craved more, wanted more with your life—then you wouldn’t be so miserable when the one thing you do want doesn’t work out. “Yeah… kind of.”

If he hears the somber tone of your voice, he ignores it, turning against the wind as he walks backwards down the sidewalk. “It’s overrated in my opinion.”

You raise your head at this, “Why is that?”

“Everyone here has dreams… and those dreams get crushed more often than not.” He shrugs, “No one cares if you want to succeed, only if you already have.”

You stare at him for a moment, awestruck by the weight of his words. “But,” he adds, turning back towards the wind, “the ones who never give up and continue to chase that dream can become successful. Despite all of the no’s they might face, they always hold on till they hear a yes. That sounds like true success to me.”

Turning your head, you stare at the side of his face— admiring the way his hair tosses back a bit against the harsh winter winds. His words hit you way deeper than he probably realized, sinking into your chest with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. You’ve been contemplating recently on whether or not to give up on your dream… that maybe it just wasn’t going to work out for you. You have been trying for so long, and have repeatedly been let down. There was no way Taehyung could have known, which is why his words hit you as hard as they did. Despite the hardships, you’ve been here for three years and you’ve never given up or stopped trying to chase your dream.

That was an achievement, right?

“To be honest… I've heard a lot of no’s in my three years of being here.” You speak softly, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “Sometimes it feels like there will never be a yes… but here I am. At least I'm still working— at a coffee shop, not on the stage.”

“It’s admirable that you keep going.” Taehyung glances at you over his shoulder. “It makes you different from a lot of people who have left the city when they faced failure. It’s something to be proud of. Plus, coffee shop or big stage, you’re in New York City and pursuing your gift. It’s special.”

When your eyes meet, you smile at him, feeling a sense of victory the longer you hold his gaze.

“Don’t give up, Y/n. No matter what.” He speaks genuinely, leaning towards you to nudge you gently on your shoulder. You can’t help but laugh at his playfulness, giving him a nudge in return before your eyes downcast to your winter boots. The snow on the ground is fresh, powdery and sticking to the toes of your shoes. “Plus,” He adds, sucking in the chilly air, “you've got what others don’t have…”

This time when you meet his eye he has a serious expression, making sure he has your full attention as you round the corner towards your apartment building. His gaze is genuine, captivating… and a part of you hopes that the close proximity of your apartment wouldn’t cut this moment short. Finally, he speaks.

“You have passion.”

Taehyung's words weigh on you for the rest of your night. It started off as something simple, looking up audition songs for an upcoming off-broadway show your agent was telling you about. Then, you went to learning it. After that, putting on makeup. And finally, completely forgetting about your sleep schedule and filming an entire audition tape in your room at 2 in the morning (and you were belting… your poor neighbors). It wasn’t until four that you finally turned in for the night, not bothering to take off your makeup or get changed-- simply falling onto your pillow and blacking out the moment you hit it. You were definitely sleeping the next day away… but at that moment, you didn’t mind. Having a day off from your busy schedule wouldn’t be so bad.

“I sent in an audition tape two nights ago.” You speak confidently, wiping down the back counter that’s littered with coffee grounds. They stick to the rag like glue, tiny dots scattered along its white surface. If it weren’t for your apron,

and your expertly rolled up white turtleneck sweater, you would look alot like this rag right now.

“Did you?” Jimin questions from the bar, sleeving the cup before placing it on the handoff counter.

“Christopher! Medium cappuccino!” He calls, multitasking while he cranes his neck to still hear you.

“I did. I feel really good about this one..” You add, meeting him beside the bar as he lifts the pitcher up and down to create the latte-art of a flower in the center of the mug. You have tried sooooo many times to make latte art… and every time it ended up looking like a glob. A big, distorted snowball. Jimin was the master of latte art, always finishing it off beautifully with a whip of his wrist. The foam atop telling a story. “It was so late-- I was totally out of it… and yet I actually enjoyed myself while filming it. I just imagined being there.. In center stage.”

“I’m happy for you, Y/n!” He smiles, turning to place the hot mug next to the cappuccino.

“Caleb! Medium caramel latte!”

He was only half listening to you. The cafe was bustling, so it truly wasn’t Jimin's fault that he was sidetracked— but nothing could hold back the small smile that played at the edge of your lips. You had actually enjoyed singing for the first time in a while.. all because of Taehyung's Academy Award winning pep talk. Who knew that all you needed was for someone to tell you like it is. With a minuscule smile, you turn back towards the counter and lift the latte you’d whipped up this morning to your lips. Your distorted snowball is fully on display at the top.

Despite the busyness, the front register is deserted, giving you time to think for a moment about the pep talk... or rather, the person who gave you it.

“I think Taehyung likes you.” Jimin deadpans.

Uhhh… You nearly spit out your snowball at that— clearing your throat as you set it down slowly onto the wooden countertop. He speaks as if this is a natural conversation starter… it’s not.

“I’m sorry?” You croak.

“Taehyung.” He repeats, turning his head in your direction with a knowing smirk. “I think he likes you.”

You give him a scoff of disbelief, watching as yet another group of regulars enter through the door. “That’s not true, he just doesn’t know me… so he made an effort to talk to me.” If you weren’t studying the group, you would've seen Jimin giving you a scrutinized look.

So, now you have his attention.

“Y/n. It’s so obvious… He spent the entire night talking to you, he left moments after you did to give you your keys and he never came back. If that isn’t someone who’s interested, I don’t know what is.” Jimin is an expert at multitasking, finishing off two drinks at the same time and calling them out.

“Well, Jimin, when people don’t know each other, they get to know each other. It’s this thing called talking and becoming friends.” The sentence hangs in the air as the doorbell chimes, signaling that yet another customer has entered the cafe and into the swarm of regulars, but the two of you disregard the sound and continue on through your bickering.

“I’m just saying, Taehyung doesn’t usually talk to girls.” Jimin adds, wiping his hands off on the white rag seated beneath his espresso machine. “Even if they wanted his attention, he didn’t give it to them. I mean— he’s nice to girls, don’t get me wrong.. but he’s never talked to them like he did with you on game night. I don’t think he’s dated anyone since he got here.”

“He’s career driven.” You say quickly.

If you thought his smirk couldn’t get any wider, you were wrong. “Yeah, girls don’t know that about him— meaning he told you, and not other girls.” Jimin deadpans.

You stare blankly at him. There’s no way. No way that a guy as attractive as Taehyung would even think about looking at you like that. There’s just no way. You’ve never had a boyfriend... or even a guy friend, until Jimin. Eventually, you’d accepted the fact that maybe you just weren’t that interesting. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Maybe you couldn’t flirt…. okay, you definitely couldn’t flirt— but that’s besides the point.

“He’s not interested in me.” You conclude.

“He is.” Jimin counters.

“He’s not.”

“He so is.”

“He’s so not.”

“Y/n. I swear to you. He’s interested and you need to shoot your shot.” He whisper-screams, throwing the rag in his hand onto the bar.

“Taehyung is not-“

A clearing of someone’s throat from beyond the register cuts your argument short, nearly making you lose your balance when you see who the source was.

You’re fairly certain you’ve turned pale.

Taehyung stands in front of you, eyeing between the two of you with an awkward expression. God, how long has he been standing there? “I figured I should step in before the two of you start fist fighting.”

“Hey!” The shrill of your voice causes you to wince.

“Hey.” He says with a smile, folding his arms in front of him and raising his eyes to the menu above your head. You can’t help the glare you send towards Jimin, who's notably holding back his laughter as he moves to the blender, the station farthest from the register. Ridiculous.

“What can we get for you?” You ask routinely, trying not to make it obvious that you were just talking about him… and praying that he wasn’t there to hear what the two of you were talking about.

“Hmm…” He looks especially good today, wearing a brown, long coat and a brown plaid scarf around his neck. He wasn’t kidding when he said his favorite color was brown, that’s for sure. It suits him. His hair is wavy, flowing to a point just under his eyebrows with a split off center, giving you the tiniest glimpse of his forehead. “How about an americano with hazelnut, and some cream?”

“We can do that for ya!” You have to force yourself to stop looking at him, pressing the buttons to ring up his order before you forget. You nearly overlook ringing up the hazelnut syrup. Why were you so dazed? He’s already placed his credit card into the chip reader, but your foggy brain asks anyway. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually.” He speaks as you move towards the bar beside the register. Grabbing an empty pitcher, you pour the milk inside and reach for the steamer. He drops a dollar into the tip jar, not giving you enough time to thank him for the unnecessary effort before he speaks again. “Are you free later?”

NEXT CHAPTER

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xserpentlife · 3 years

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Innocent

Request: I love your writing. Can you do a story/blurb where Sweet Pea is dating someone very innocent (doesn't know lots of sexual things) and he is very supportive and offers to teach her?

Word Count: about 1500

Warnings: smut

Sweet Pea met you a few months ago at the Whyte Wyrm. You two never talked much. Here and there you did when you would pass him his drinks but it was never like you two were the best of friends. However, the night of your serpent dance that all changed. You always vowed to never do it, but you needed the protection of the Serpents and you wanted in. FP told you he would let you in without it, but you wanted to do it the right way, so the Serpent dance it was.

Pea knew you before that, you were a bartender for the Wyrm, always filling his glass a little higher than everyone else’s as he’d drop you a tip a tiny bit larger than the others. Everyone noticed that glances that were stolen here and there between the two of you but no one mentioned it, that was until the night of your dance. Your eyes on him the entire time. When you got off stage he was there covering you in his flannel so the guys would stop gawking and buying you a drink so you both could chat the night away.

That night was everything to you and more, Pea learned everything from your favorite snack, to color, to the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, your how your eyes turn just a tinge darker when you get drunk.

Dating Pea was like dating an investigator whose sole purpose was to know everything about you, it was all he cared about it was like it was his one job. He wanted to know anything and everything, Everyday it was a question of how your day was and if it wasn't good he made it good. If you had a bad day at work he vowed to make it better. Pea never pressured you when he learned just how innocent regarding the sexual aspect of things you were. You were a virgin, you never hooked up with anyone, and you knew you wanted to be with Pea forever, at least that is how it was in your mind, but you were afraid. Afraid of not being good enough at it, afraid you wouldn't be what he needed, or even know what to do.

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You’ve been wanting more with Pea for a while now, but you were so nervous. You’ve been making him wait for so long. After a year of being together you were surprised he hasn’t mentioned it yet. Every time you almost got there Sweet Pea would play it off knowing you didn't want to go that far. And even though you were nervous you were sure you were finally ready. Pea was sitting at the kitchen table in your trailer you walked out of your bedroom

“Hey baby I uh... Can I talk to you?”

“Course bubs”

“Look I love you and I wanna be with you and I am fine how we are but, if we were to do more or uh try to would that be okay?”

“You mean…?”

“Mhm”

“Of course I want that baby” you looked down to your hands, Pea stood up tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“What's wrong baby?”

“I just… I don't really know anything Pea, what if I don't do it right or, what if I'm not good at it?”

“It’s why we try baby, and i'll teach you” his lips met yours in a small kiss that turned into one much bigger, as he began pushing you towards the bedroom and onto the bed.

“Woah”

“Too much?” you shook your head no giggling, Pea pulled off your shirt and shorts leaving you in your bra and panties. He connected your lips once again before making his way to your neck and then to your stomach. He pushed the pad of his thumb against your panties rubbing, you felt how sensitive you were and a shiver ran through you. Your grip tightened on his arm, letting out a breathy moan.

“D-don’t stop” his lips lifted off of yours but his thumb continued

“Feel good?”

“Mhm” You nod, swallowing hard as he continues to rub your clit.

“… t-take them off, please,” He reached around your back first, unclasping your bra.

“Beautiful baby” his thumb lifted off your panties as he slid them down your legs, his lips meeting yours once again.

“Pea wanna help you…”

“Wanna focus on you right now baby” you blush looking up at him, before pulling him down by his dog tags, and grabbing his belt with your hands before unhooking it.

“Take them off”

“Okay baby” he stood up slipping off his pants and shirt before climbing back on top of you “now back to you princess”.

You felt Pea’s tongue lick down your hip bone. You soon felt his hands grab your thighs as small kisses were placed there, and your legs were spread apart, and you threw your head back. You were dripping at this point, your arousal obvious to Pea. He placed his head between your thighs as his tongue made its way to your core. Licking from your opening right up to your clit, a loud moan rang from your lips. Your legs shut in response to the foreign feeling, but he wasted no time in pinning them open with his hands. Your cheeks heated with a pink blush

“Keep them open, baby” he placed multiple kisses to your click licking and sucking gently and hard all at the same time, you felt something in your chest rising,

“Fuck omg Pea I…”

“Go ahead baby” he didn't stop his tongue moving faster as your eyes rolled back as you let out a massive moan

“W-w-want more Pea”

“Yeah baby? You nodded and bit your lip. He sat up his fingers coming closer to you, baby I'm gonna star with one finger okay,

“Want two Pea”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm” His middle finger prodded your entrance, pushing it in slowly before adding a second. He was being gentle, you knew that, you appreciated it, but you had done basic things, you wanted more, you craved more. His two fingers curl up to push against the top wall, you knew exactly what he was doing.

“If you go in a little more, my g-spot is…” but you’re moaning out his name before you can even finish telling him where it is. Whimpers fall from your lips as he pushes against it over and over again. His thumb made its way to your clit and your hips buck against his hand, a soft chuckle erupting from his lips as he does it again.

He pulled his fingers out before you could cum, You whimper in response looking up at him “why”

“want you to cum with me this time princess”

Pea stands up sliding his bottoms down his legs, the bundle of fabric hitting the floor with a thump. You stare at his chest as he climbs back on the bed staring solely at one spot as he comes towards you.

“Baby I need you to know that at first it may not feel the most comfortable, but it'll feel good after a minute and if it hurts i'll stop,” ” you looked up at him smiling leaning up and pecking his lips.

“I want you, i want this”

“Ready?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

His tip brushes against your heat, making you bite your lips instantly.

“You okay baby”

“Y-yeah I just n-need a moment”

“He slowed waiting for you to say something”

“Want more daddy”

“You sure princess?”

“Mhm”

He pushed further inside of you A loud whimper escaping your lips, Your hands grabbed onto the bed sheets, a sensation spreading that you never experienced before. Slow thrusts making you comfortable but eventually they turned to not being enough you bucked your hips towards him.

“Harder,” you beg. He smirks down at you, pressing his lips to yours “Fuck,” you whine, tangling one hand in his hair.

He leaned down thrusting harder, putting his body flush against yours and holding himself up against the side of your body, placing gentle kisses along your jaw, as you screamed out, hand tangled in his hair.

“Pea. I’m gonna- I c-can't”

“Me too, baby,” he cuts you off. “Fuck,” he yells still inside you, you feel his cock twitch against your walls. His thrusts deeper than before, a warmth feeling you as he cums deep inside you. He thrusts for a moment longer as you continue to ride out your high, your body arched back as he kisses your neck, You slowly leaning back onto the bed as he pulls out. Your mouth lets out a tiny whimper from the loss of contact and emptiness you felt inside.

He pulled you into the side of his body, nothing but the sounds of heavy breaths filled the room.

“so, daddy, huh?”

“Pea! That's not funny!”

“Not so innocent anymore huh baby?”

You eventually fell asleep in each other's arms, the exhaustion from the night taking over.

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death-fears-by-deaf-ears · 3 years

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swan lake || t.h.

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: you can't stand tom holland, the guy in your ballet ensemble. But when you two get the roles of Odette and the prince, you two will have to put your differences aside and learn to work with each other.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: language

chapter one

Not again.

This was starting to become a recurring theme - it was Monday and your bus had just left without you. You mumbled profanities under your breath, your duffle bag slung across your shoulder. Frustrated you slumped against a street lantern, when you felt the first drops of rain on your skin. You let out a groan of anger and pulled your hood up over your head, cursing yourself for staying up too late last night. But because you anticipated this, you had already put on your leotard and tights on at home, so when you got to class you’d only have to strip your clothes and start your warm up.

Last week you had gotten whacked on the head with a newspaper for being that late, but with a little bit of luck you wouldn’t have to endure that today.

When you arrived in the ballet studio almost an hour later you were soaked and freezing. You ran through the halls of the studio, already in the process of taking off your jacket and shirt, revealing your dancing clothes underneath. Three minutes left to go.

Your usual locker was already occupied, making you rush to the next best one, ripping the door open, throwing all your clothes in there and only taking your training ballerinas out and slamming the door shut. You had done your hair in the bus already, so it was in a low tight knot. You put your shoes on, running toward the door. One minute left.

“How kind of you to join us today on time,” Sophie, your dance teacher said, following you with her eyes as you took your position. Everyone in the room was staring at you and you could feel their looks drilling in your back. Tom next to you was bowing his head down, obviously trying to hide his laughter. You shot him a poisonous look, rage as well as embarrassment burned inside you. Tom had a special power of making your anger levels go from 0 to 100.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” you said, your face running hot.

“Let’s start with the warm up, shall we?”

“Why is everyone whispering and staring at me,” you whispered through gritted teeth to your friend Hannah, who was helping you stretch. “Ouch!”

“Loosen up,” Hannah whispered, pulling you even closer to her. You were sitting in front of each other on the floor, pushing the others’ legs out. “Haven’t you seen the role sheet today?”

“Fuck,” you whispered, partially because of the stretch, but also because you had forgotten that today the roles for the upcoming show were published. You must’ve not seen the sheet in the locker rooms. “What role did I get?”

Hannah shook her head as you pulled her towards you, adjusting her pose. “You got the role of Odette.”

You immediately let go of Hannah, slapping your hand on your mouth, making her fall forward. You grabbed her shoulders. “I got the main role?” You whisper-screamed, trying your hardest not to get caught by Sophie. “Well, who is playing the prince?”

Hannah cringed and turned her gaze to the side, where a few of your colleagues were standing. Instead of stretching they were very obviously flirting with… Tom. He must’ve noticed you staring at him, as he turned his head and met your gaze. Both of you rolled your eyes as you turned away from each other. “You can’t be serious,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” Hannah huffed, sweat pearling on her dark forehead. “But hey, congrats on the role?”

You finished stretching and continued with your training, going through forms and positions, polishing your moves and getting scolded for flailing your arms too much. As you were approaching your first break, Sophie stepped towards you.

“We will begin with your training for Swan Lake today at 3, make sure to bring your pointe shoes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said, your heart fluttering at the idea of dancing to your favourite show. The fluttering quickly vanished when you noticed Sophie walking up towards Tom, telling him the same. So you’d already dance with him today.

You tried to shake the bad feeling and it mostly worked, since focusing on your dream always made things easier. Dancing and performing was a way for you to let go, to get completely lost in the story and think about nothing else. There wasn’t much in the world that could ruin that for you.

Oh how wrong you had been.

“I have never seen people with less chemistry than you two,” Sophie sighed. You have never heard her be this exasperated and desperate. “Do you two even dance? Are you really professional dancers? Where did your grace go, where did the love for dance go! Look each other in the eyes for God’s sake!”

“It’d be easier if you didn’t squeeze the hell out of me,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“It’d be easier if you weren’t this heavy,” Tom spat back, his face falling immediately after he realized what he had said.

You jumped out of his grip, staring in disbelief. “Well-” you stammered, not knowing what to retort. “How about you get a little stronger…”

Sophie whacked him with her newspaper over the head. “That is NOT something you say to a lady!” Tiny strands of hair were escaping her neat bun, making her look even more stressed than she was. “We’re finishing this part today and then you two can go home.”

“Sorry,” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“Save it,” you said, taking your start position. Kneeling down on the floor, Odette would wait for the prince to come and lift her up to start the dance with her. In the original the two would fall in love the minute they laid eyes on each other. You tried to do the choreography justice, although your dance partner made it incredibly difficult for you.

“Smile!” Sophie shouted, making you two put on fake plastic grins.

“I’ll spit on your face on stage,” you said through your grin as Tom lifted you up, making you look down on him.

"Do that and I'll rip your lashes off," he said softly while lowering you on the ground again.

You tried to continue the choreography without any incidents but you couldn't help but feel every step, every nudge to be executed with a hint of passive aggression. Tom basically let you fall on the ground instead of putting you down, you avoided each other's eyes, grabbed too harshly, turned too sharply.

"Alright," Sophie said after about four hours of it. "I can't watch this any longer. You both know the choreography, and that's all I can teach you for now. If you don't know how to be nice to each other, don't bother coming to me for help until you do. We'll work on the solos and the other dances first, until you two calmed down. Dismissed."

You slumped down on the floor, rubbing your face. You untied your shoes and took them off, throwing them in your bag. This was going to be hard.

“So how was it?” Hannah asked while the two of you sat on the studio floor.

As an answer you slammed your pointe shoes on the ground several times, breaking them in a way that made them comfortable for your foot. “Take a wild guess.”

She raised her eyebrows as she was sewing the elastic band into her shoe. “What did Sophie say?”

“She refuses to work with us anymore until we get it together,” you grumbled. You slammed your fist on the top of your shoe, softening the box. Suddenly the door opened, making you and Hannah turn your heads.

Tom was marching in the room, directly towards you.

“What the hell,” you mumbled, putting your shoe down and looking up at him as he stopped in front of you. “Can I help you?”

“Are you free today after class?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him up and down and smirked. “Are you asking me out?”

Tom crossed his arms, not saying anything. His foot was tapping impatiently on the floor which was tiled with dancing tiles.

“Yeah, I am. See you then,” you said, rolling your eyes. You waved as a good bye, signalling him to leave you alone. You turned to Hannah. “He told me I was too heavy to lift.” “Excuse me?” You shrugged, taking the thread and the needle. Your friend slapped her hands on her thighs in exasperation. “What an ass.”

You finished sewing and breaking in your shoes while talking about anything other than Tom - mostly Hannah’s new date she was going to see that very day. It was nice talking about something else, preparing yourself for class. You could feel that today was going to be a slow one - you eased into your shoes, then into your stretches, and finally into your training, testing out the waters with your new footwear and getting more comfortable as the day progressed. Your mind was empty, completely free of oppressive and depressing thoughts. Your body moved in unison with the music, following the tides of the melody, back and forth seemingly weightless and freed of gravity.

Before you knew it afternoon rolled around and class finished. You packed your stuff, and settled down in the locker room to have some lunch and lie down, coming down from your training.

As always your lunch break went by way too fast. You stood up, shaking your limbs and grabbing your things to go back to the now empty studio. Tom was nowhere to be found, so you warmed quickly up on your own. Your body had cooled down a bit, and you didn’t want to pull a muscle or something, so you did a few squats, jumping jacks and push ups to get moving again. You took your position at the railing in front of the mirror, practicing positions and movements, taking your sweet time. The clock ticked in the back of the room, showing 3.16pm. Where the hell was Tom?

At that moment the door swung open.

“Took you long enough,” you said in an arabesque pose.

“Sorry,” he said, getting in and throwing his duffle bag in the corner of the room.

You put your foot down, looking at him properly. You raised your eyebrows at his childish demeanor. You were already annoyed by him. “Bad day?”

He plonked down on the floor and began to put on his shoes. “I just want this day to be over.”

“Well then cheer up, do you expect me to dance with an energy as bad as yours?”

He looked at you incredulously. “Can’t I be in a bad mood? Do I have to be all sunshine and daisies all the time?” His voice rose now, making you back away a little, but you weren’t having none of that. You had an idea.

“I just said to lose the fucking attitude,” you said, getting louder now as well.

“What if i don’t want to?! God, you’re annoying!”

You took a deep breath putting force in your voice. “Then scream it out, because I don’t want to deal with this!” His hands turned into fists, his eyes lighting up a tiny little bit at the memory your words just triggered. But he was still angry. “Fuck you!”

“No, fuck YOU!”

And without a cue you two just started wordlessly screaming in the other’s face, a prolonged and agonizing scream, throwing it all out. Dancing didn’t require vocal chords, so you had no qualms absolutely shredding yours. You didn’t know if anyone else was in the building, but you didn’t care.

As you two ran out of breath your shoulders slumped, moving heavily up and down as you gasped for air. The room was awfully quiet except for your breathing. Your bodies seemed to mirror each other, more in sync than when you tried to be. Destruction seemed to be more constructive to the relationship between you two than anything else.

You swallowed, standing up straight. “Can we start now?”

Again you were on the floor, folded over in your starting position. You had decided to train without music, so you jumped a little as Tom’s hands touched your wrists, softer than usual. He lifted you up off the floor, placing his hands on your waist. This dance wasn’t particularly difficult or demanding, but for it to work you need a prince who guides Odette just enough without gripping her too tight, and an Odette who knows how much to rely on the prince and how much on herself. There were a few hang ups here and there, but you danced through the whole routine without saying anything once, enjoying the flow of your movements. The dance was still clinical, mostly about getting the order of the moves right. It ended with Tom lifting you up, and slowly lowering you down, and bringing your faces together, hinting at a kiss between you two. You still needed to work on that part.

“So,” he said as you jumped away as the dance ended. “With music this time?”

You nodded. “Maybe don’t grip me this tight when I do the pirouettes,” you said. You took a sip of water and put the bottle away. “I can basically do them on my own, just give me a quick spin and I’ll be able to do them faster.”

“Alright,” he said, getting into position. “But try to do your moves independently from me. It’ll make them look better.”

You folded over on the floor and waited for the music to start. When it started you closed your eyes for a second anticipating the touch on your wrists. Still it sent a jolt through you. “Softer,” you said as you did your pirouette, and the grip on your waist turned to a fleeting touch every few moments, accelerating your turns.

“Lean in properly,” Tom said as you leaned in his hands to the side to lift your leg. You did as told and managed to lift your leg even higher and with less effort. He lifted you by the waist, brows furrowed the slightest in concentration, turning in a circle. Your hands rested on his shoulders, eyes trained on him. You wondered if Odette really fell in love with the prince on sight.

The routine went smoother with each time you tried it, your movements dynamic and easy like a well oiled machine.

After a while you decided to call it a day, and after you awkwardly said your goodbyes, you went home. Suddenly you didn’t know how to act around him, everything you did felt clumsy and weird. You were used to being annoyed by him and just being generally mad at him. But now that you had to cooperate and put those things aside, what was left?

a.n.: this is the first chapter of maybe two or three, lmk what you think! this is the first time i post to tungle, be kind lmfao

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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HIIII can i request john x f!reader where the reader finds john days/weeks/months/years after the events at beaver hollow ? n theres just. a whole lot of feelings involved <3 cud be fluffy or angsty or both HEHE thank u sm in advance 🥺

HII yess u absolutely can request this!! now i've never written for john ever in my life so i hope that its okay but i am a fan of angst and fluff so that should balance it out lmao

side note: i got a little sad writing this and may have gone overboard with the angst oop and for the sake of this story the reader is on dutch's side for the ending (but dw ur still good)

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Beaver Hollow. What a fucking nightmare. The humid air left a sour stank in the air but that was nothing compared to the tension that ran thick within the gang right now.

You’re standing behind Dutch, fiddling with the end of your knife as he stares out across the remains of the once great Van Der Linde gang. Micah is standing on the other side of him, the devil on his shoulder, whispering all sorts of nonsense about who’s the rat.

You didn’t take well to Micah or his new friends but your loyalty to Dutch has always been unquestionable, even if it cost you your relationship with John…

You weren’t really sure how it began, it was years ago since the first night but John had come crawling into the tent, drunk and crying as he curled up in your arms. That night and many nights to come, you’d simply hold him for hours.

His hair was always so soft as you’d gently tuck it behind his ear and whisper soothing noises to help him calm down. It didn’t take long for you and John to have a pretty close bond.

Your relationship only grew from there and late night talks turned into long makeout sessions under the trees where you thought no one would see. You truly cared about John, enough to say you loved him but you’d always been an outlaw.

At some point the tension in the gang snapped. It couldn’t hold the rope of everyone’s burdens and there was bullets flying everywhere. Friend turned against friend and lover against lover. It was a mess.

When the dust settled, John was standing before you with his hand raised and his revolver discarded on the floor. There was no way he could bring himself to shoot you, never.

“You abandoned me, you… you chose Dutch. I- I thought you loved me.”

John looked heartbroken, the face he made will stick with you until the day you die. You could practically hear the exhaustion in his voice, the pain.

“John I will always love you. Don’t ever doubt that but what we had- what we were is gone and you can’t blame me for not betraying who I am.”

He sighed defeatedly, knowing the answer before you even said it. You were always one to stay true to yourself and promised never to bend for others, it was one of the things he loved about you.

“Go on now, get outta here. I’ll keep em off your tail for as long as I can, you grab Arthur and leave before its too late.”

You watched as John turned and ran back down the hill to where you knew Arthur was waiting. It was going to be the last time you saw John for a very long time.

It was been seven long years since Beaver Hollow, since the Van Der Linde Gang and while you hadn’t gone straight, this world no longer held a place for outlaws.

You’d been a gun for hire for many years now, jumping from place to place to protect whatever stagecoach or rich folk that wanted their precious gold cared for. It always makes you laugh about how you used to rob the very stage companies you now are employed by.

Fortunately, you’ve got a whole week off to yourself between jobs and are spending the time relaxing in the small town of Strawberry.

As you’re heading into town you see a man trying to lift his wagon, the wheeling having fallen off. You sign and dismount your horse, picking up the wheel and rolling it over to where the man is attempting to lift the heavy wagon. It’s the least you could do for him, ever since you left being an outlaw you took it upon yourself to try and help others more. Think of it as the closest thing to a redemption you’d ever get. It was something John always tried to get you to do more and apart of you regrets you didn’t try it sooner.

‘Hey Mister, ya need a hand there? Looks awful heav-”

Your jaw visibly drops at who is standing before you. The wheel falls to the floor as you stare into the shocked face of John Marston.

For a moment you both don’t say anything, too scared to even speak as if it’ll snap you out of some weird dream you’re having. Neither of you can deny that you’ve missed the other.

“What are you doing here?”

It’s John that breaks the silence and you smile at that boyish look he still gets when he sees you. His eyes light up and he always looks amazed to see you.

“Just passing through, don’t worry I’ll be out of your hair within the week.”

You’re both hurt by that and you internally cringe, God you never really had way with words.

“John I-“

Letting out a deep sigh, you make your attempts to apologise to him, for what? Well you weren’t quite sure.

“I’m sorry, for everything. I should have been there for you, I should have done a lot of things.”

John shakes his head and smiles at you softly.

“You did what you could, without you we probably wouldn’t have made it out. I won’t ever hate you for the decision you made.”

You nod in understanding, even with a world of regrets neither of you could bring yourselves to hate the other.

“And Arthur?”

You always wanted to know how your once close friend turned out. He’d been so sick when you last saw him and you could only hope he’d made it out.

Your thoughts die instantly when you see John look at the ground with a pained look on his face, you knew it well. Arthur had been particularly close to you and John, losing him is hard for you both to stomach.

“I’m so sorry John.”

He shakes his head, trying to rid the sadness physically from his shoulders and shoots you another bright smile in an effort to compose himself.

“He’s where he’s always wanted to be, on a hill watching the sunset. Ain’t much more I could’ve done but you’re still here… and I’ve missed you.”

In that moment you both throw away the seven years of no contact and falling out of the gang. Reaching up, you bring John into a tight hug, one that he happily returns.

His hand is pressed into your shoulder, arms pressed securely around your waist. Your own hands brush through his now short hair and you feel him relax under your embrace.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Your words are whispered against his neck, something only for the two of you to hear. At one point, John’s head tilts and he places a soft but cautious kiss to your cheek.

Chuckling softly at his nerves, you turn your head and place your own soft kiss against his lips. You hand comes to hold his cheek, thumb brushing over his scars as you both catch up on some much needed affection.

“I love you”

Both of you turn bright red when you pull away and whisper the same three words at the same time, a bubbly laugh coming from your lips as John presses your foreheads together.

“Common, help me out with this wagon will ya? Then we can go for a drink.”

You nod with a bright smile on your face and pick the wagon wheel back up. The whole way into town you’re sitting beside John on the wagon, his hand looped in yours as your horse follows behind.

That night you both make a promise to each other that whatever you have to face, whatever difficulty or challenge comes your way, you’d do it together.

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TOSHIYA AT JOE YOKOMIZO CHANNEL 4th FEB TRANSLATION/NOTES 1/4

Joe Yokomizo Channel

Guest: Toshiya (Dir en grey)

Notes before reading: This is the translation/notes of the first part of the livestream on Joe’s Niconico channel with Toshiya as a guest last 4th February. The livestream was one hour and fifty min approx. and this part covers the first 45 min approx. before getting into the premium corner. You can watch this at Joe Yokomizo’s channel on Niconico. Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts. Links or credits to this post when the content is reposted or captured in other SNS are appreciated :) ------- Joe: Thank you for waiting. I’m Joe, the host of this Niconico livestream of the program Music&Talk by Joe Yokomizo’s channel, thank you for watching….Today, well, I was told that there are many people watching us right now, oh, you all have already started to write comments….thank you….

Joe explains how the program is going to be divided, the first part will be available for everyone but the premium part will be only available for the members of his channel.

Joe: In the middle of the program, we will get into the premium part. In that part, I’m going to comfortably drink with the guest person here while we have a deep talk. It would be great if you could watch the whole program! Then, without making you wait any longer, I’m going to introduce tonight’s guest…..Would you like to introduce yourself?....tonight’s guest is….this person!....please…

Toshiya: I’m Dir en grey’s bassist, Toshiya… thank you for having me….

Joe: Thank you! *claps* You finally came, Toshiya!

Toshiya: I did!

Joe: You came, thank you!

Toshiya: Yes

Joe: Before starting the program, you told me that you hated appearing in the media…

Toshiya: Yes, I hate it…

Joe: *laughs* Do you hate it?

Toshiya: Yes.

Joe: Do you hate talking (in public)?

Toshiya: Yes

Joe: You hate it….as today there are many people watching, I think that we should go hard at the members section (premium part) …..please, let’s do it…..

Toshiya: Please…

Joe: First of all, about the state of emergency…..*cuts* Oh, comments are already coming……”Toshiya is so cool”….thank you for writing comments…..ah, yes yes….If you have any questions, please write them down because at the premium part the staff is going to hand some to me and we are going to have a question corner…please write many comments!.....so….about the emergency state we are in since last 7th January…..what you have being doing?

Toshiya: Recently…..what was it?....we finished recording “Oboro”…..

Joe: Oh, did you finish the recording?

Toshiya: Yes

Joe: I see…. after that, it’s time for the mixing….

Toshiya: Yes

Joe: Then…for example…. today…. what did you do today?

Toshiya: Today…...mmmm…..well, it’s related….started the pre-production of another (song)….

Joe: I see, you are already into the next pre-production (stage)….

Toshiya: Yes, it’s one from the album….

Joe: Is that so? I’m sure we are going to be happy with the information coming from Dir en grey from now on….

Toshiya: That’s it.

Joe: By the way, this is not really an important question but, what time do you usually get up in the morning?

Toshiya: What time would it be?....mmm…usually it’s random…

Joe: *laughs* Random…..you don’t have a pattern like, “I’m going to be up at this time”….

Toshiya: I’d say so…that’s it but….I usually wake up at 4-5 in the morning….

Joe: Eh….then you go to sleep early, right?

Toshiya: Yes, I try to go to bed early… Joe: That’s good for your body…… Toshiya: *Nods* Joe: Like at 10-11 pm, for example? Toshiya: More or less, I'm about to sleep at that time…. Joe: Oh, I see…..”Are you sleeping properly?” , they are asking that (at the comments), are you? Toshiya: I don’t know….I think I do….*laughs* Joe: I… As I’m old, even if I fall sleep, I wake up easily….like 2-3 times during the night I have to go to pee….it’s really annoying…. Toshiya: Ahh… Joe: You still don’t know about that, right? *laughs* Toshiya: That’s right….*Joe laughs* Sometimes I wake up….once or twice…. Joe: You do wake up once or twice…. Toshiya: Then, I’m like…should I sleep again? Or so…it’s like….”what should I do?”…. Joe: I see….*pointing at the comments* it seems that happens to a proportion of the people watching us…..so, now with the corona….how is it called?.....are you doing weight lifting for your upper body? Toshiya: No, I can’t go… Joe: You can’t? Then, are you losing muscle? Toshiya: I think so… Joe: Is that so? Usually, do you do it at home? Toshiya: Usually I go to the gym, but since Corona, I don’t feel like going…. Joe: Certainly…. certainly… Toshiya: Doing it by myself it’s ok but, sometimes I think “I don’t feel like doing it” and I end up not doing it….. Joe: I see. Are you losing chest muscle mass? Toshiya: That’s right, I will do my best ( to get it back)…. I will do my best… Joe: But, it’s amazing your (makes a gesture of wide shoulders)….ah, they are asking if you work out at home… Toshiya: Sometimes I do. Joe: The first time I went to a Dir en grey live and I got into the dressing room, where was it? Was it in Osaka? I think it was Nagoya… Toshiya: Yes Joe remembers that at that performance, before the show, he saw some work out equipment and he thought that those were Toshiya’s. Toshiya replies that it was probably another member’s stuff. Joe: is that so? I totally thought it was yours… Toshiya: Among the members, I’m the first one getting into he dressing room, while I’m getting ready there (changing clothes), I start to work out a bit… Joe: Muscle training? *Toshiya nods* How did you get into muscle training? Toshiya: Well, it’s was mostly because I have a hernia in my neck and lower back/waist. Joe: Ohh, is that so? Toshiya: It’s because of that. At that time….my height is 180-181 cm ….and at that time, about 20 years ago, my weight was about 58 kg…. Joe: Very skinny…*laughs* Toshiya: I was really skinny…. Joe: Being 180 cm tall and that weight….you were really skinny… Toshiya: I felt like trying to gain weight and get over 60…I was really skinny….I couldn’t eat…. Joe: You didn’t have money *laughs*… Toshiya: Yes, I couldn’t eat *laughs* Joe: As you didn’t have money, you couldn’t….*laughs* Toshiya: Then, at that time, at lives we would perform in a rough/violent way…it was like that, so as expected that wasn’t good for me… Joe: That’s right… Toshiya: Yes, then….my neck and my back snapped…. Joe: Ehhhhhhhh that sounds painful…. Toshiya: *Laughs* Joe: They snapped? Toshiya: They did… Joe: That sound is really unpleasant…. Toshiya: It’s just…. something I can’t forget…that was at Meguro Rockmaykan…. Joe: Oh, that happened there? Toshiya: Yes yes. We played at Yokohama Arena and I think it was the next day? there was a secret live at Rockmaykan. At the end of it, after shaking my head, my back cracked….*Joe squeals*I couldn’t move, I was like *makes the gesture of holding the bass* my neck and so….I could move my body just this way *moves a little bit*…like paralyzed… Joe: Ahhh, isn’t that hell? Toshiya: Yes, as I couldn’t move… I was just moving my hand *makes the gesture of playing bass, Joe laughs* Then, Rockmaykan’s dressing room is really narrow/small *Joe says he has been there* so I went up the stairs as I could, doing my best….at the dressing there is a long couch, I lied down there…fans were asking for an encore… Joe: As usual… Toshiya: While we were doing it, they called al ambulance for me and they told the fans to not go out and closed the doors while they were taking me in…. Joe: Ouhhh that happened at Rockmaykan?? Toshiya: Yes. I’m scared of Rockmaykan…. Joe: By the way, what’s your current weight? You said you were 58kg at the time of this back incident… Toshiya: I’m around….67kg….yes, 67kg… Joe: How many kilos do you lift? Toshiya: Nothing really heavy…. … Joe: So, I think that everyone wants to hear many things about you today, and they wrote many questions that we are going to discuss in the premium part. Now, Joe wants Toshiya to write a kanji that describes how he is as a person. He hands Toshiya a sheet and a pen and ask viewers to write in the comments what kanji do they think that represents Toshiya. Joe is reading what people is writing at the comments and Toshiya seems to struggle and laughs softly. Toshiya: So poorly (done)…. It seems that he messed up writing the kanji and uses a new sheet of paper. Joe: Are you ok? Are you ok?....he is rewriting it… Toshiya: I’m sorry… Joe laughs seeing Toshiya still struggling with the pen and says we are going to see the kanji that Toshiya wrote. Toshiya shows the kanji to the camera: 怠け (Lazy) Joe: Lazy…..are you a lazy person? Toshiya: I am a lazy person…. Joe: You don’t look like that at all! Toshiya: I’m lazy. Joe: What are you lazy about? Toshiya: Everything….*They both laugh* Everything…. Joe: Everything? Like, if you have to prepare a meal, you don’t do it…things like that Toshiya: No,no…I do that…. Joe: You do? Then, when are you lazy? Toshiya: Well, I’m just lazy…. Joe: But lazy people usually have a chubby belly and so…. that’s my image of a lazy person… Toshiya: I wouldn’t say so… Joe: I wonder what your lazy side is… Toshiya: What would it be…. Joe: It’s more like, you are a laid-back person? Toshiya: Mmmm, I’m a bit like that too… Joe: Doing muscle training you don’t look like a lazy person at all… Toshiya: Is that so? Then, let’s just keep that image… Joe: *laughs* It’s a way to keep up appearances…but truth is that you are lazy…. Toshiya: I think that I’m lazy…. Joe says that as they are going to drink at the premium part, he is going to rip apart that image and find out about Toshiya’s laziness. Toshiya: That’s it Joe: Please watch it…. well, you talked about that incident that happened to your back at Rockmaykan but soon, the film screenings of a Dir en grey live at Meguro Rockmaykan is going to start. Would it be ok to take a survey and ask the viewers? I’m going to ask the staff to make a survey? Joe proceeds to read the dates of the film screening, starting in Kanagawa prefecture on the 16th and ending at Nanba hatch in Osaka on 7th April. Joe: What do you think about these screening? How many are you going to attend? we are going to ask that in the survey. *asking the staff* Is it already on screen? Oh, there it is… The survey appears on the screen. There are five options. Joe asks Toshiya if this is the second time, they do this (film screenings) and how does he feel about fans attending to them. Toshiya says it makes him happy that fans come. Joe: Let’s see the results of the survey…*reads the results* 1. I am going to all of them 1% 2. I am going to multiple screenings 54.1% 3. I’m going to one 19.4% 4. I’m going to buy a ticket after this 6.1% 5. I’m not going 19.4% Joe: Due to Corona, it’s hard for some people to attend this. About the screening, Joe says that they played at Meguro Rockmaykan and recorded the live, which is going to be the content of the screening. He asks Toshiya about how he felt about the performance and Toshiya replies that he couldn’t move at all, which surprises Joe. Toshiya says that it was because they are not playing lives recently, the venue is tiny but also because his body remembers what happened years ago, so he doesn’t have a fond memory of the venue even though he is thankful that people are looking forward to it and watch the footage. Toshiya: In my head, I see what I want to do, this or that, but it’s like I can’t reach the place that I imagine. There is nothing after that. Joe: I see, you can imagine it in your head but at lives, but at lives, to put the icing on the cake…. Toshiya says that at a live, there is an exchange of energy with the audience as well as among the members, and as there is no audience, that it’s not happening. Joe: It’s feels like you are just gathering and rehearsing with the members, instead of feeling like a concert….*Toshiya nods* Toshiya: This (situation) is really deadly awful…. Joe: Is that so?....they are saying that they feel the same at the comments but, until now, you have done the things that you could do in this situation… Toshiya: That’s true but, all the things we are doing now, it’s like there is no a next step….how could I say it?...it feels like there is nothing ahead… Joe: I see. Of course, if you have an audience, there is a reaction from them… Toshiya: If there is an audience….how could I say it?....it’s an stimulus…it’s feels like….”let’s do this”….when it’s a live without audience…..somehow….it’s like my own fight….I’m just fighting by myself….so what’s the point of it? Joe: I see. Joe says that when they play in front of a audience, they get a reaction back so they know what’s the next step, Toshiya agrees and adds that in that aspect, the fans going to the live screening and being able to see their reaction, makes him feel better about it. Joe says that they can play lives in real time, so fans can only watch a recorded live in a screen, but, on the contrary, they (the band) can see their reaction and think about what’s coming next. Toshiya: In that sense, I think it’s ok… Joe: This is the third time you do something like this right? The first time was last March when you did the live stream, and the second and the third time is in this way, a film screening…. They discuss about the difference between doing it as a live stream instead of a film screening. Toshiya: The feeling of the livestream was really interesting…it’s a bit different than playing live but when it’s something recorded…. Joe: I understand. It’s the same for me at the radio. When I’m broadcasting live the feeling is totally different. Toshiya: I don’t know why….but it feels different….*laughs* In the end, Toshiya says that both options are different and he doesn’t know which one is more interesting but he wants to play live sometimes. They discuss that, a recorded live feels like listening to an album. Joe: You usually make an album and then play it live…but in these circumstances you can’t…. Then, the dates for the screening appear on screen and Joe reads them. Joe: “Toshiya are you coming to Sapporo?”, they are asking that….*Toshiya laughs* Answer them… Toshiya: *cross arms* Huuuummm….. Joe: Huummmm huuummmm…. I don’t understand what do you mean…. .”Come to Shinkiba!”….are you going? Toshiya: *cross arms* Huuuummm…..*Joe and Toshiya laugh* Joe: “Please come!”…. Nanba hatch….”Come to Nanba hatch!” are you going? Toshiya: *cross arms* Huuuummm…..*They laugh again” Joe: Birthday….ohhhh….is it your birthday? Toshiya: On 31st March…. the day of Sapporo screening… Joe: Oh, Sapporo’s date…. This…. You can’t answer that….you can’t answer…. Toshiya: That’s right…somehow, its like…I can’t say it *pouts*… The way that Toshiya said it, makes Joe laughs hard. Joe: So your birthday is on 31st March… Toshiya: That’s right… Joe: At the end of the month…. Toshiya: Right… Toshiya says that when he was little, as his birthday was usually during the spring break, he barely got any memories of celebrating it. When he got older and started playing in a band, he gets many birthday wishes/greetings and he is thankful for that. Joe says that he must feel really happy receiving many birthday wishes from many people. Toshiya nods. They both laugh about being happy when they receive birthday wishes but getting older doesn’t make them so happy lol. Toshiya: But at this age, birthdays gradually get.... Joe: True. As I’m in my 50s, it feels like a countdown to death....

Toshiya: Yes, it’s like, I’m happy but.... Joe: So your birthday is going to be on a screening day…. Toshiya: Yes. When there is a live (on my birthday), it raises my mood…. Joe: That’s it. But you don’t know if you are going or not to the Sapporo screening… After encouraging people to go to the film screening, Joe says we are going to watch a music video. Joe: We are going to watch a Dir en grey video….the title of the video….oh we didn’t tell Toshiya which video is….*Toshiya laughs* It’s the latest single music video the one we are going to watch… Toshiya: Is that so? Please, go ahead (to Joe) Joe: Please introduce it…. Toshiya: No,no….please go ahead…. Joe: Well, this is the video, everyone please watch it… (Ochita koto no aru Sora Promotional video plays) Joe: Well, there are comments saying that in the end we didn’t introduce the song….so please Toshiya, say the name of the song….please…. Toshiya: *laughs* This was Dir en grey “Ochita koto no aru Sora” Joe: They were saying in the comments that we didn’t say the name of the song…. Toshiya: Ahhh….I thought that you were going to say it…. Joe: I’m sorry….there are a lot of comments asking you to take off your sunglasses…you are going to do that at the premium corner, right? We are going to be drinking and you will take your sunglasses off…. Please watch it… Joe explains that soon the premium part is going to start and they are going to talk about many things such as which music he has being listening to recently, and also they will be showing a private picture that Toshiya took. So, if we want to watch it, we have to subscribe to the channel. Joe: The number of comments have increased some time ago but the truth is that today what I’m wearing *points at his sweatshirt* it’s from toshiya’s brand…. Toshiya: It’s a bribe… Joe: A bribe….you got me a bribe…. Toshiya: *laughs* I’m sorry… Joe shows a Dirt shirt to the audience and starts touching it. Joe: The fabric feels really good! Toshiya: It’s a fabric that feels really good…. Joe: Do you choose everything,from the fabric? Toshiya: I do, I do… Joe: For those who don’t know about the brand yet…..what’s the concept behind it? Toshiya: There is no particular concept but, I think it’s good to create things that you can wear everyday… Joe: I see. I’m wearing now a high-neck long sleeve shirt with the logo in the neckline….*stands up to show the back of the shirt* At the back it has…..this is not just a print right? Toshiya: It’s a foam print… Joe says he is happy wearing it and that it looks really stylish. Joe: Why did you start this brand? Toshiya: As a pastime/hobbie…. Joe: A hobbie… is that so?.... because you like clothes…did you create that saten shirt are wearing right now? Toshiya: *pointing at his shirt* This is a sample… Joe: You didn’t buy it….”a sample?” “it’s a new item?” “I want it”….they are saying that at the comments…. Joe says they are going to put a link on screen so we can click it and go to Dirt’s homepage. They start talking about the production and creation of the items. Joe thinks that choosing fabrics must be hard. Toshiya: It’s hard….cause fabric samples are so small, right? Joe: You cant imagine the whole thing… Toshiya: Besides that, when it becomes a clothes item, the image can be very different…. Joe: You didn’t imagine that it would be that hard… Toshiya: That’s right… Joe: *laughs* isn’t it? Toshiya: It’s too hard…we are five people in the band right? So I don’t have to do everything by myself…as I’m a very lazy person… Joe: *laughs* as you are lazy…. Toshiya: As I have to think everything myself and do it…..it’s very hard… Joe: Do you regret it? Toshiya: Regret…..*laughs* *whispering* A bit… Joe: *Laughs* You regret it a bit… someone said in the comments “lazy person activation”….he regrets it a bit but he really likes it…please everyone go and check the homepage clicking in the link….”please make smaller sizes”…someone said that in a comment… Toshiya: That’s right… this time the sizes were varied but they were still big…. Joe: Still big….I wonder why….how is that? They started discussing the production and how doing several sizes is hard, cause it affects retail price and stuff. Joe: People who want a smaller size, do the same that Toshiya did and get a bigger body frame…*Toshiya laughs* He went from 58 kg to 67kg…. Toshiya: If you eat more, you will gain weight… Joe: If you eat more….they are comments saying that they like that the brand is unisex…. Toshiya: Ah, thank you so much…. Joe asks Toshiya if he is going to release something for spring season and he replies that around March he thinks they will release the new items, that they are currently working on them. Joe: Now we are going to watch some footage and after than, we are going to talk while having a drink. Toshiya: Yes Joe: The two of us drinking…..it can be something dangerous… Toshiya: I think so Joe remembers Dir en grey’s livestream, last year, in which Toshiya drank. Toshiya says he thought that if he didn’t talk much it wouldn’t be interesting. Joe: Thank you for that. Toshiya: I thought that if everyone had fun, then it’s ok… Joe: I see Toshiya: Like, “let’s get a bit crazy” and so… Joe: That’s it….from here, we are getting into the crazy talk or rather…..from here, the promotional talk is over so, rather it’s going to be a talk with a drunk Toshiya and Yokomizo…. Toshiya: *laughs* That’s not good…. Joe: That’s a bad thing… I wonder if we can show that to you….please everyone be welcome to join us at the premium corner….we are going to watch one more footage of Dir en grey from last year’s March….a footage from the concert at Zepp Yokohama….please watch it…. (Footage of Ningen wo Kaburu from The World You Live in) Joe: We just watched Dir en grey’s Ningen wo Kaburu. There are many comments saying that they want to attend a live, I want you to play a live, Toshiya… Toshiya: Yes, I want to do it… Joe: Besides the screening, there is also information about a new single in spring, right? Toshiya: Yes Joe: You said that you just finished recording it Toshiya: Yes, the recording is over. Joe: Now it’s time for the mixing…and probably it’s going to be soon out….but what kind of song is it? Toshiya: Ahhh…..mmmmmm……*Joe tries to get him to say something*….I won’t say it… Joe: You won’t say anything… Toshiya: I want them to look forward to it…..the coupling song is also really amazing… Joe: Is that so? What’s the name of the coupling song? Toshiya: I won’t say it…. Joe: You won’t say anything… everyone, he is not saying it….so until it is released, we are going to be looking forward to it…. Joe explains that the premium corner is about to start so for those who have not joined yet can click in the link to do so. They have already two beers on the table. Joe: So, two troublesome old men as you haven’t seen before…old men? I shouldn’t say that….two troublesome guys…. Toshiya: No,no…we are really old men…. Joe: You are not an old man… Toshiya: I’m really an old man… Joe: Please everyone subscribe to the channel….is it ok?....we are going to do a five-second countdown….5…4….3….2…1….don! (Premium corner/Members only section starts)

(Second part here)

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hello can i request a kenny omega smut where the reader and kenny are out and the reader is being very bratty and when they go home kenny punishes her and makes the reader call him ‘sir’ :) thank you ❤️❤️

The King of Pro wrestling! Kenny Omega x reader (NSFW)

(Request for @kennysquads !!

love you by, I hope you love this!!)

Sitting backstage at dynamite was always exciting no matter how many times you did it. Listening in as Kenny, Don and the good brothers run through their upcoming segment gives you a fascinating insight into the work side of your fiance Kenny Omega. He had this dominant, powerful aura as he listened to Don talk about what an amazing wrestler he was and how he was the king of pro wrestling, you liked the sound of that. Your man is no normal world champion, he’s a king. You move your hand from your lap to Kenny’s, squeezing his muscular thigh before starting to gently massage your way up towards his groin. Your wandering hand is interrupted by Kenny’s when he grabs it suddenly. “Watch it doll, daddy’s working” his low, rough voice makes you smirk as you realise you’re getting him worked up. “Oh I’m sorry, I just can’t keep my hands off my big strong King.” you fake pout at Kenny. He tightens his grip on your hand before turning his attention back to Don. He moves his hand that’s holding your own to your lap before He releases your hand to rest it on your thigh, he returns to the conversation with the good brothers. Your newly freed hand jumps back into action as you move your hand to lightly touch Kenny’s forearm before you move it up to his strong biceps, you can’t help but grab at the tight muscle underneath his soft dress shirt. Kenny’s grip on your thigh tightened as his bicep tensed under your touch, you smiled at how even after years of being together Kenny still felt the need to show off to you.

You move closer to Kenny so that your head rested on his shoulder, your lips just ghosting the back of his ear. “Do you need me to prove my loyalty to you, Your Highness? Or should I call you my King?” You were smiling as you could feel the anger in Kenny rise. “Doll. I’m warning you.” You roll your eyes at Kenny’s blunt responses. “I thought being a king made you fair, you’re not being very fair to me daddy.” you move your hand from Kenny’s bicep to his chest, slightly playing with the buttons on his shirt. Kenny allows your hands to roam for a little longer before he grabs onto it. “Careful Y/N, You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into Princess.” Kenny warned you but that only made your sly smile grow even more. “I think I can handle it, your highness.” You feel Kenny’s hand grip onto your own before Don interrupts. “Showtime Boys, let's get to guerilla position so the champion can be where he belongs, centre stage!” He turns on the spot and walks to the door with the good brothers. Kenny drops your hand and stands to follow Don before turning back to you. “When I get back here, you are not to say a word, we return to our hotel room and I shall deal with you then.” He towers over you as he awaits your response. “Yes, daddy.” He smirks, “Good girl” He leaves the room swiftly after. You breathe out a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding in when the door closed behind Kenny and his entourage.

The ride back to the hotel was a quick and tense one as Kenny was pissed off from being hit by Kingston and nearly laid out by Christian. He had an iron grip on your hand as Don was yapping in his ear about how wonderful he was and how those guys don’t hold a candle to him. Although Kenny’s heavy breathing implies that he isn’t listening to uncle Donny. Once you all pull up to the hotel, Kenny drags you through the lobby and into the elevator. When the silver doors of the elevators closed in front of you, Kenny pulled you so you stood with your back tightly to his chest. His arms were locked around your waist. “When we get to our room, you are to strip immediately and lay on the bed, on your back with your legs open like the little slut you are.” You gasp at Kenny’s instructions, heat settling in your pelvis. “Do you understand doll?” Kenny was nearly growling into your ear at this point. “Yes sir” Your voice comes out as a slight whine but Kenny seems to be content with your answer as he leans back against the elevator wall and waits for you both to arrive at your floor.

Walking to your room caused excitement and nerves to grow in the pit of your stomach. Kenny opens the door and allows you to enter first. You both slip off your shoes as you rush to the edge of the bed where you strip out of your clothes as fast as you can. As you climb onto the bed to settle on your back you see Kenny has taken off his jacket and has rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows. You subtly bite your lip as you drink in Kenny’s dominant appearance. Kenny walks from the doorway over to the side of the bed. “Hands above your head baby.” You follow Kenny’s order and raise your hands towards the bed’s wooden headboard. Kenny pulled a necktie from his back pocket and began to tie your outstretched hands to the headboard. Once he was finished tying your wrists, he took a small step back to take in your nude, bound form. “Aren’t you sight for sore eyes?” Kenny said more to himself than to you. Kenny stepped back towards the bed and kneeled on the edge of the bed beside you. He raised his hand to gently cup your cheek and smirked when you nuzzled into his palm. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb before slowly pushing his thumb into your mouth, you curl your tongue around his thumb as you gently suck on it. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and begins to move his hand down your neck, to your chest where he sharply pinched your nipple causing you to cry out at the sudden pain. “Quiet” Kenny growls as he continues to pinch and toy with your nipples until they are sensitive and hardened.

Once he was satisfied with toying with your tits he continued to move his hand down your body, lightly grasping at your waist and hips. He retracts his hand before it moves between your legs. A low whine escapes your throat. Kennys moves with lightning speed as pinches your nipple again. “I said quiet doll, I don’t like to repeat myself.” You whine. “I’m sorry sir” You bite your lip to hold in your squeal. Kenny’s hand retreats again as he reaches behind him to grab a bottle of lube off of the bedside table. He opens the bottle and pours some onto his fingertips. Before returning the bottle to the table. He moves his hand down between your legs where he allows some of the lube to drip onto your awaiting pussy, you quietly gasp at the cool lube making contact. Kenny uses his middle and forefinger to rub the lube through your folds before rubbing tight circles onto your clit. You were choking back your moans as Kenny relentlessly rubbed circles on your clit. Kenny’s other hand moves to toy with your nipples. “Let me hear your slutty little moans baby, let this whole floor know who makes you feel this good.” You stop biting your lip immediately and allow your moans to flow freely from your mouth. The coil in your pelvis tightens and tightens and Kenny reduces you to a moaning mess. “Do you want to cum baby?” You frantically nod as words fail you. “Well, you should have thought about that earlier when you acted like a slutty little brat.” Kenny snarls as he takes his hands away from you leaving you on the edge of orgasm but not giving you the satisfaction of cumming.

“Please sir, please I need to- I need to cum, please.” You beg Kenny but to no avail. ”You will cum when I allow you to cum, until then you will take what I give you. If you’re a good girl, I might let you cum, if not then you won’t be allowed to cum for a week and you’ll have to watch me get myself off. Am I understood doll?” Kenny’s voice makes you squirm with need, you need to cum and only Kenny can give you the relief you need. “Yes, Sir I understand.” Kenny breaks out into a big smile. “Good girl.” Kenny moves so he is kneeling between your legs. His hands grasping your knees before roaming up your thighs and back again. Your back starts to slightly arch off the bed before one of Kenny’s hands comes down to rest on your pelvis, pushing you back against the mattress. Kenny leans back onto his heels, removing both his hands from your body and settling his hands onto his thighs. “You’re such a little slut for me aren't you doll, look at this pretty little pussy. I can’t wait to be balls deep in you, fucking you like the whore you are.” Kenny’s vulgar words have moans flowing from your mouth and you can feel your pussy throbbing, clenching around nothing. Kenny unbuttons his pants and slowly pulls down his fly. You bite your lip in anticipation of seeing Kenny’s hard cock. He reaches into his briefs to pull his cock out, not even bothering to remove any of his clothes. His cock was throbbing hard and leaking with precum. He jerked his cock a few times in his fist spreading the precum down his shaft. He moved towards you. He slid his cock along your folds, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock. His hands move from his cock to your hips. Your moans built-in volume as Kenny began to enter your hole. You screamed when Kenny completely thrust into you, stretching you out and giving you no time to adjust as he started a toe-curling pace. “Fuck, you take me so well doll, god you’re so tight, my little cum slut, oh my god, yes, you’re my fuck toy” Kenny’s grip on your hips was so tight you knew it would leave bruises but you didn’t care. You were too focused on trying not to cum but Kenny was making that incredibly difficult as his cock stretched you perfectly, hitting your G spot with every thrust and had you biting your lip so hard the coppery taste of blood trickled into your mouth. Kenny slightly lifted your hips off the mattress and the new angle had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “God look at you, you look like a bitch in heat, Fuck your nothing more than a little cumslut” Kenny somehow quickened his pace making tears form in your eyes before they streamed down your cheeks at the never-ending edging and overstimulation. Kenny’s thrusting began to falter as he was nearing an orgasm of his own. “Does my little cock sleeve want me to cum in her?” Kenny moved so you were now chest to chest with him speaking directly into your ear. “Yes sir, please use me as your cum rag, sir please!” You damn near scream before Kenny moves his hand from your hip to your neck to grip onto your throat. “Then cum for me doll,” he said as he tightens his grip on your throat. You cum immediately, the brief shortage of oxygen giving you the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision going completely white as Kenny fucks you through your orgasm. He gives a few more deep thrusts before he cums deep inside of you, painting your walls with white ribbons of hot cum.

“You still with me doll?” Kenny asks after collapsing onto you. “Hmm, yeah I’m here daddy.” You mumble back, your arms straining against your restraints, wanting to hold Kenny. Kenny reaches up and unties your hands, helping you to lower your arms as the muscles were still tense. “You did so well baby, you’re so perfect. I love you so much.” Kenny punctuated his words with kisses to your face and neck as a smile broke out onto your face and your heart warmed at his adoring words and actions. Kenny moved to pull out his now softening cock causing you to whine and wrap your arms around Kenny pulling him back into you. “What are you doing doll?” You tried to hide your blushing face in Kenny’s neck but he wouldn’t allow it, holding your chin in his hand so you had to make eye contact with him. “I was hoping... You would stay in me... All night.” Kenny’s worried face was replaced by a relieved one before his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Jesus doll, you’re trying to kill me. Of course, we can do that, you can have my cock whenever and however you want. How about a shower first though? Or would you rather daddy drew you a nice, warm bath?” You smiled knowing your daddy was going to spoil you all night long. “A bath please daddy.” Kenny nodded before he wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. You smiled into Kenny’s neck, maybe being a brat had its perks.

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“You’re also the guy who worships the ground his girlfriend walks on.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff; angst (just a little) word count: 1.8K

a/n: In this drabble, Jungkook has been feeling the pressure of his job and status a bit, and he seeks comfort from his s/o. That’s really it, it’s just Holly assuring and reassuring him that he’s enough. It shows how they learned from their mistakes of not opening up in, “You think I’d leave you if you falter?” and “I hate fighting with you.”, and have grown as a couple. (Those drabbles are not necessary to read to understand this one). As always, I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

FINDING a lump in the form of a body in your bed was a bit of a surprise, though a pleasant one. Your boyfriend was meant to be staying at the dorm as he often did when things were hectic at work, simply because it was easier to leave from the dorm to the studio early in the morning.

Inching closer to the bed, you spotted Jungkook’s adorable sleeping face poking out from the heap of blankets, a smile spreading on your mouth as a result. He really was too cute, his mouth partially opened, his wavy hair hanging off his forehead in his eyes just slightly.

You almost left him to sleep until you saw his eyes flicker open, quickly closing them again when he met your gaze. Busted. Smirking to yourself, you immediately cooed, “Jungoo,” dragging out the o’s.

He stubbornly kept his eyes shut, sticking with his fake sleeping act. “Kookie, baby,” you sang out, Jungkook not giving in. “Jeon,” you whined. Looking around the room for a moment, you realized Jungkook had cleaned up the space a bit, simply organizing the belongings you threw around that morning in your rush to get out the door.

You smiled at his incessant tidiness, leaning over your boyfriend. “Jungkook,” you cooed again, this time squishing his cheeks with one hand. “Baby boy,” you giggled, “Did you clean my room?” You continued squeezing his pliable cheeks, moving your fingers to push his lips into a pucker. “My sweet man,” you continued, trying to get Jungkook to crack a smile.

As you played with his face, you added in kissing sounds as you forced his lips together. Jungkook let out a light groan, you giggling above him, adding another hand into your teasing, pushing on his cheeks and moving them around, contorting his face to your will. “Jungoo,” you called out again, this time Jungkook’s lips quirking up into a smirk.

However, before you could even respond to his crack in composure, his hands were wrapped around your wrists, tugging you down on top of him, making you let out a loud laugh. With you on top of his chest, he rolled over so half of his body was on top of yours, his leg slotted between yours and hook around your thigh. His face was placed on your shoulder, his breath fanning across the side of your neck.

“Quit it,” he mumbled, you giggling again.

“Never,” you whispered, Jungkook smiling.

“Where were you?” He asked in whiny tone. “It’s late.”

“I ran out to get some milk,” you poked his cheek. “You drank it all, remember?”

“Whoops,” he commented cutely.

“Why are you here?” You asked him curiously. As happy as you were to see him, you really weren’t expecting him.

“Want me to leave?” He teasingly asked, you scoffing in response.

“Shush,” you said simply, Jungkook chuckling against your body.

Letting out a sigh, he nuzzled further against your body. “I just really wanted to see you,” he admitted.

“Well of course,” you commented cockily, Jungkook lifting his head to look at you, specifically so you’d see the roll of his eyes. Pushing your hand through his fringe, you pushed the wavy locks that were getting longer and longer out of his face. “You ok?” His eyes scanned your features for a moment before sighing and laying his head back down on your arm. “What is it baby?”

Shaking his head, he paused a moment before responding. “It’s just the same stuff weighing on my mind,” he admitted, making you frown.

“Baby, it seems like this stuff has been taking up your thoughts more frequently,” you told him, Jungkook nodding.

“I’m just feeling the pressure for some reason,” he told you. Humming in understanding, you brushed your fingers through his hair. “I’m becoming so much more aware of all the expectations.” You knew exactly what he was talking about. There was an increased pressure on him to write the perfect hooks, the perfect lyrics, record the perfect vocals, the perfect adlibs, be in perfect shape, exemplify the perfect behavior, and it was overwhelming him. “I just, I’m tired,” he sighed, the air warming the skin on your neck. “I just can’t always be so-” he cut himself off.

“Golden?” You finished for him.

“Yeah.” You both sat in silence for a moment, your fingers still soothing through Jungkook’s hair, the man placing an appreciative kiss to your shoulder. “Sometimes I just feel like I’m nothing like that person on the screen,” he commented, the confession causing a throb in your chest. “It makes me wonder if people like me for me or for him.”

“What people?” You asked, starting with that question but already thinking about all the other things you wanted to tell him based on that one statement.

“I don’t even know,” he breathed out. He adjusted his body against yours a bit, wrapping his arm across your waist and pulling himself closer to you.

“Me?” You asked, already knowing it was a silly question, but that was kind of the point. His concerns and feelings were valid, and you didn’t want to negate them inconsiderately, but you wanted to point out that his feelings were partly based in fallacy.

Jungkook let out a light scoff. “No, I know you love me for me,” he assured you. “You’re obsessed with me,” he added jokingly.

“Fuck yeah I am,” you agreed with a smile, Jungkook chuckling at your blunt admission. “This dude right here, crushing me with his heavy ass muscles?” You stared, Jungkook giggling at your comment. “In big time love with him,” you finished, feeling Jungkook place a sweet kiss to yoru neck. “You better know that.”

“I do, baby,” he told you, looking up at you.

“Then who? Your members? Your family? Your fans?” You asked. “They all love you for you too.”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded.

“Yeah?” You asked, in hopes that you were getting to the crux of his thoughts. He simply nodded against you, you looking down at him thoughtfully. “You know you’re loved and celebrated for exactly who you are, so get all doubts about that out of your head if there are any,” you told him. “Of course, there’s pressure,” you validated, “but Jungkook, how much of that is outside pressure and how much of that is coming from yourself?”

The man let out a breathy chuckle, looking up at you once again, meeting your gaze. “Stop being smart.”

Shrugging cockily, you told him, “I can’t help it,” Jungkook giggling at you.

“I just, I see myself on a stage or through a screen, and then I look at myself in the mirror and-” he breathed out. “I don’t even feel like the same person.” You stared into his gaze, picking up on the saddened expression the sparkly orbs held. “I feel this divide between the me who’s golden and the me who’s just a young guy.”

Sighing sadly, you tapped his arm before scooting down the bed, Jungkook leaning off your body a bit to let you. When you were face to face with him, your legs still intertwined, you brushed your hand along the side of his face.

“You’re both of those people, Kookie,” you told him, tears forming in your boyfriend’s eyes. A crying Jungkook never failed to break your heart, you pouting at him as you held back your own tears at the sight. “Baby,” you cooed in a whisper, Jungkook taking a deep breath.

“I want to live up to him,” he heartbreakingly admitted, breaking your eye contact to look down at your hand on his chest, bringing his own hand to wrap over it.

“But he is you,” you reminded him. “You’re the superstar with the crazy stage presence and the powerful dance moves and beautiful voice, and you’re also the young guy who plays video games for twelve hours a day if you let him,” Jungkook smiled, “and the guy who can’t cook anything but ramen without a supervisor,” you teased, Jungkook giggling, “and the man who cleans my apartment behind my back,” you told him pointedly, Jungkook giggling even more. “You’re also the guy who worships the ground his girlfriend walks on,” you jokingly boasted, Jungkook playfully rolling his eyes.

“You wish,” he teased back.

You smiled, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose, Jungkook crinkling it cutely. “Guk,” you whispered, his gaze meeting yours. “You’re never falling short of that person and you’re never not living up to him. He’s you,” you told him.

He nodded slowly, leaning forward to catch your lips in a sweet kiss, you smiling into the kiss. Cradling the side of his face with your hand, you pulled away just slightly, Jungkook chasing your lips, you giggling at his cute action. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” he whispered with a smiled just before rolling on top of you, hovering over your body, his arms caging you in so you couldn’t evade his lips again, pressing them to yours and deepening the kiss.

Being a woman of only so much willpower, you eagerly kissed him back, your hands settling on his slim waist.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your mouth, you smiling at the confession.

“I love you, baby,” you replied, wrapping your legs around the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer to your body, Jungkook chuckling as he fell atop you. “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way,” you whispered against his smiling mouth.

Jungkook pulled back to look at your face, his pretty orbs scanning your features, appreciating every single one. “You know you make everything easier,” he told you sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to your nose this time. “All I wanted to do all day was come here and see you. I needed you.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” you told him sincerely.

A mischievous smirk overtook his features and you knew he was about to make a smartass comment, ruining your cute moment in the most Jungkook way possible. “You bought more milk, right?” He asked, you pulling your eyebrows together in question.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad I’m here too then,” he teased, you immediately smiling in amusement but smacking his ass in protest.

“Brat,” you mumbled. He smiled cheekily and then his lips were on yours again in an instant, a welcomed action as you kissed him back. As the intimate moment progressed, you tried to express with your body and every touch you laid upon him that you loved him as he was.

He was golden. But not because he was perfect. Jungkook was golden because his heart was made of it. And that radiated from the man, making everyone fall in love with him. Yet, here he was, in your room, giving you his love. And that? Well that felt pretty damn golden.

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